Long

(альбом: Race Me To Hell - 2020)

Oh, how long again?
Yeah, that's good
I've been
(John)
(Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid)

Baby, you gotta excuse me, I've been
Running from my feelings for so long, so long
She didn't know me yesterday, and now she ripping my clothes off
If I touch you with my soul, you better ride 'til I'm froze, oh
I wanna have you as a whole, want you to vibe and your lover
Everyday feels like hell when your hand ain't on my shoulder
Baby, you gotta excuse me, I've been
Running from my feelings for so long, so long

Can you feel that I love you, baby?
The pain kills, feel like I'm dying in here
Show me that it's real, I won't know until you appear
Fucked the one's in Hollywood and she caught feelings severe
Won't love again, rolling dope in this Porsche Cayenne
I got a bag from the show, my bitch is a ten
Every time I spend a check, I swear that shit make me grin

I never in my life would've thought that I would've fallen tryna make her my wife
The feds would come and lock you up if breaking hearts was a crime
Was she tryna take control over me? You too controlling for me

Baby, you gotta excuse me, I've been
Running from my feelings for so long, so long
She didn't know me yesterday, and now she ripping my clothes off
If I touch you with my soul, you better ride 'til I'm froze, oh
I wanna have you as a whole, want you to vibe and your lover
Everyday feels like hell when your hand ain't on my shoulder
Baby, you gotta excuse me, I've been
Running from my feelings for so long, so long