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MICHELLE

MY FRIENDS

 

MY FRIENDS

(álbum: AFTER DINNER WE TALK DREAMS - 2022)


They look like Brooklyn, that's where I found them
Twenty-four hour linoleum and no ID, forty ounces
We're mean to these streets and what you mean to me
We're raising hell, fuck a polite, we bump tunes and play fight 'til Halsey

You made me
Well-rounded 'cause you shaped me
So captured by you lately, no one else could create me
It's in my intent
My denim and my accent
How I don't easily shock, and dominate the cross walk

Choked up when we're apart, you're what I need to breathe
Too much history 'cause we have been through everything
I've been running through the grid
But every single path'll cross with you
I might roam but, baby, I can't stray that far from you

Under street lights we don't fight, hide from Citi Bikes
But where we go I'll never tell them
They'll just go and build a hotel there
Meet up
After dinner we talk dreams
Like dancing and leaving the city
But where I go, I'll take you with me

You made me (Made me)
Well-rounded 'cause you shaped me (Shaped me)
So captured by you lately (Lately), no one else could create me
It's in my intent (Intent)
My denim and my accent (Accent)
How I don't easily shock, and dominate the cross walk

Choked up when we're apart, you're what I need to breathe
Too much history 'cause we have been through everything
I've been running through the grid
But every single path'll cross with you
I might roam but, baby, I can't stray that far from you

It's in my sneakers
The bass that shakes my speakers
My little slice of heaven
Extension three-four-seven

hecho

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