What's wrong?
The way you lookin turning me to stone (Stone)
I'm getting sick of writing love songs
So what's the point of even moving on?
Do you think about it too?
I think you do, you know I fell for you
What you know bout wasted youth?
A thing or two
What's the money do? (Do)
Me, I gotta face the fact
No goin' back
Where's the motive at? (At)
Where's the motive at?
We link up at the Motel six
You hold me and I hold you back
Least, that's what you told me
So I shoulder that and roll the punches
Hunches say you over that
Your poker face it never breaks
But something says you holding back like
A secret folder that was meant for your eyes only
I'm getting older and the nights are getting lonelier
If you really love me then this time you gotta show me
Already took the time to get to know me, know me
What's wrong?
The way you lookin turning me to stone (Stone)
I'm getting sick of writing love songs
So what's the point of even moving on?
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What's wrong?
The way you lookin turning me to stone (Stone)
I'm getting sick of writing love songs
So what's the point of even moving on?
Do you think about it too?
I think you do, you know I fell for you
What you know bout wasted youth?
A thing or two
What's the money do? (Do)
Me, I gotta face the fact
No goin' back
Where's the motive at? (At)
Where's the motive at?
We link up at the Motel six
You hold me and I hold you back
Least, that's what you told me
So I shoulder that and roll the punches
Hunches say you over that
Your poker face it never breaks
But something says you holding back like
A secret folder that was meant for your eyes only
I'm getting older and the nights are getting lonelier
If you really love me then this time you gotta show me
Already took the time to get to know me, know me
What's wrong?
The way you lookin turning me to stone (Stone)
I'm getting sick of writing love songs
So what's the point of even moving on?
The way you lookin turning me to stone (Stone)
I'm getting sick of writing love songs
So what's the point of even moving on?
Do you think about it too?
I think you do, you know I fell for you
What you know bout wasted youth?
A thing or two
What's the money do? (Do)
Me, I gotta face the fact
No goin' back
Where's the motive at? (At)
Where's the motive at?
We link up at the Motel six
You hold me and I hold you back
Least, that's what you told me
So I shoulder that and roll the punches
Hunches say you over that
Your poker face it never breaks
But something says you holding back like
A secret folder that was meant for your eyes only
I'm getting older and the nights are getting lonelier
If you really love me then this time you gotta show me
Already took the time to get to know me, know me
What's wrong?
The way you lookin turning me to stone (Stone)
I'm getting sick of writing love songs
So what's the point of even moving on?
Writer: Hunter Parkinson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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