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Nate Good

Latch

 

Latch


You lift my heart up when the rest of me is down
You, you enchant me even when you're not around
If there are boundaries, I will try to knock them down
I'm latching on, babe, now I know what I have found

We had a couple of cups
I got to talking too much
She told me boy you should hush
I think you're making me blush
Put her phone in her clutch
Then put her hand on my nuts
I started grabbing her butt
And then we hopped in the truck
Crack a smile girl, it ain't that hard
A smile like that it could take you far
Your dreams go deep yeah but no one knows
Same old story and I think that goes

Small town shit, lotta who fucked who
It was her what's new, she could fit that shoe
Your ex fucked you and your best friend too
Hard to find that true but the whole world knew
Had some trouble with love
Exhibit 'A' is your ex
Experimented with drugs
And it just made you a mess
Had some trouble with trust and getting equal respect
Always drinking some more so you can think of him less
Just a guess

Small town shit, lotta who fucked who
Ain't much changed, it was her what's new
Same old names, same old song
Bought her that ring but it won't last long
Hat flipped back in the Tims that's me
Tough love always giving you enough that's me
Good luck tryna get the one up on me (on me, on me, on me, on me)

(Yeah, okay)
Gimme a break
Fate fed you something bitter taste
Who can't relate
Fake bitches always eat off your plate
Make no mistake
Framed pictures and the glass it could break
For goodness sake
Love will always give as much as it takes
You on the phone going I can hardly stand when you're gone
Going home knowing I don't wanna sleep here alone
Playing blame-games 'til I'm feeling guilty again
And catch a storm like you never started praying for rain
Hook
Small town shit, lotta who fucked who
Ain't much changed, it was her what's new
Same old names, same old song
Bought her that ring but it won't last long
Hat flipped back in the Tims that's me
Tough love always giving you enough that's me
Good luck tryna get the one up on me

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