Westside

(альбом: The Way He Looks - 2021)

Crusing on the westside
You better not try it, no
Summer nights
Feeling right
I could die
Paradise
You're all mine, all to myself

I know that I'm cautious
I know that I'm afraid
So baby just trust me,
And I'll do the same
My soul in my pocket
My heart is so hurt
Just trust that I've got it
I'll give you the world
I don't know what you can do
Alone inside my room
I killed myself and no one knew
The garden grows my only food, I

Crusing on the westside
You better not try it, no
Summer nights
Feeling right
I could die
Paradise
You're all mine, all to myself

Stumbled down in the basement
That's where I found you
Took a shot and I chased it
We smoked a few blunts
And we layed on the floor
You took of your clothes
You had never before
But you just couldn't face it
I had to drive off in my boxers
I'm wasted
I put in my keys, and you slammed in my door
I'm driving alone now my heart is so sore

Crusing on the westside
You better not try it, no
Summer nights
Feeling right
I could die
Paradise
You're all mine, all to myself