sound for me
baby, can i have your number?
call you on the late night, into fucking me to sonder
i be riding dolo, sippin’ henny like i’m younger
im just curious, what’s your intentions, i have to wonder
tired of being fucked up, being stuck up throws me under
fame is just a dream, i turned my back, now have no issues
this poetic feeling is an art, i write with tissues
are you the sound for me?
the one for me?
i don’t need lied too.
i need to find the sound for me, but if you’re the one, i need to found the-
oh, radio, tell me everything you know
i, can’t believe, every word you said was gold
have a piece of me, i wanna reconnect my soul
grass is so green, but this life of grey gets old
oh, radio, tell me everything you know
i, can’t believe, every word you said was gold
have a piece of me, i wanna reconnect my soul
grass is so green, but this life of grey gets old
tell me what i need to know.
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