Yeah
It's eightone
Yeah
You left this hole in my chest
I'm bleeding out
Still give it all I got left
I need you now
Cause I don't know what is next
My heart is full of regrets
I got a jar full
Some of em' fresh
Can never figure out right from left
Or right my wrongs
I write these songs
To catch a real feeling
Ain't felt your love in a while
Was that a real feeling
I held you close
It got dangerous as a bad dealing
Let your drug into my head
I crave your cigarette
I need a cure like Nicorette
Your picture perfect silhouette
Replaying in my f*cking head
Damn
You got a soul made of gold
The only one I've ever known
Except my mother and my father both
Guess I should appreciate who got me most
This life shit, I'm still an amateur
But I've been one to stretch parameters often
Ain't trying to do your f*cking dance
Take the cameras off me
I'm tryna do my own
Hoping you could join me
I can't walk alone
Baby, tell me
So what we waiting for
It's hard to tell how you're feeling
I know you feel alone
But I get it
I know my love too much
A couple years since I felt your touch
It feel like yesterday
I used you as my crutch
You had to get away
I served you up such a heavy plate
But for heaven's sake
Girl, I still f*cking love ya
I still f*cking love ya
Hope your feelings are undercover
Or something
eightone - World Premiere Lyrics
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Yeah
It's eightone
Yeah
You left this hole in my chest
I'm bleeding out
Still give it all I got left
I need you now
Cause I don't know what is next
My heart is full of regrets
I got a jar full
Some of em' fresh
Can never figure out right from left
Or right my wrongs
I write these songs
To catch a real feeling
Ain't felt your love in a while
Was that a real feeling
I held you close
It got dangerous as a bad dealing
Let your drug into my head
I crave your cigarette
I need a cure like Nicorette
Your picture perfect silhouette
Replaying in my f*cking head
Damn
You got a soul made of gold
The only one I've ever known
Except my mother and my father both
Guess I should appreciate who got me most
This life shit, I'm still an amateur
But I've been one to stretch parameters often
Ain't trying to do your f*cking dance
Take the cameras off me
I'm tryna do my own
Hoping you could join me
I can't walk alone
Baby, tell me
So what we waiting for
It's hard to tell how you're feeling
I know you feel alone
But I get it
I know my love too much
A couple years since I felt your touch
It feel like yesterday
I used you as my crutch
You had to get away
I served you up such a heavy plate
But for heaven's sake
Girl, I still f*cking love ya
I still f*cking love ya
Hope your feelings are undercover
Or something
It's eightone
Yeah
You left this hole in my chest
I'm bleeding out
Still give it all I got left
I need you now
Cause I don't know what is next
My heart is full of regrets
I got a jar full
Some of em' fresh
Can never figure out right from left
Or right my wrongs
I write these songs
To catch a real feeling
Ain't felt your love in a while
Was that a real feeling
I held you close
It got dangerous as a bad dealing
Let your drug into my head
I crave your cigarette
I need a cure like Nicorette
Your picture perfect silhouette
Replaying in my f*cking head
Damn
You got a soul made of gold
The only one I've ever known
Except my mother and my father both
Guess I should appreciate who got me most
This life shit, I'm still an amateur
But I've been one to stretch parameters often
Ain't trying to do your f*cking dance
Take the cameras off me
I'm tryna do my own
Hoping you could join me
I can't walk alone
Baby, tell me
So what we waiting for
It's hard to tell how you're feeling
I know you feel alone
But I get it
I know my love too much
A couple years since I felt your touch
It feel like yesterday
I used you as my crutch
You had to get away
I served you up such a heavy plate
But for heaven's sake
Girl, I still f*cking love ya
I still f*cking love ya
Hope your feelings are undercover
Or something
Writer: Will Klamm
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid