You feel like Sunday morning drives
You make me wanna patch up my mind
And all these silhouettes of cigarette exhaust
Couple pennies for your thoughts
I wouldn't mind if you cried
Let it all fall down
Babe we all gon die
Raise a solo to the ceiling if you feel me
I see your mixing up the liquor with your feelings
Yeah
Baby I know your type
Couple screws loose
I'm just the same so why
Flip it now she wanna party
Taking all the Whitney for her own scheme
Bet she leaving in the morning
Now she grabbing on my draws and
Couple bands tucked in her Louis by the red bottoms
Got 'em from a dummy from the east end
We making love but no ones fronting the commitment
That's fine
Real slime stay creeping
That's fine
Same mind, same deep end
Realign in the sheets of my king bed
She speak her truth you see her shoulders start to ease then
Lights off
Night cap on the weekend
Light up
Night cap for the freakin'
You feel like Sunday morning drives
You make me wanna patch up my mind
And all these silhouettes of cigarette exhaust
Couple pennies for your thoughts
I wouldn't mind if you cried
Let it all fall down
Babe we all gon die
She don't care about shit
Another nine to five chick
With a dream in the clouds that she's do anything to grip
Like me
Nikes be the only damn cheque
Like me
High key don't know where to go next
Aloof in this world we just take the next step
If the world stay cold keep a base layer set
You can bandage up the bumps and the bruises
The blames and excuses
Earn my own stripes off my war while they trucing
And I ain't no God
I'm a mortal man
Between these four walls
We don't break but we just might bend
I would rather die for the chase
I might die a dreamer
Dust in the safe
We cool with the reaper
Say it all with my chest
Hope you stay when they scatter
Tell me how you feel cos it matter
You feel like Sunday morning drives
You make me wanna patch up my mind
And all these silhouettes of cigarette exhaust
Couple pennies for your thoughts
I wouldn't mind if you cried
Let it all fall down
Babe we all gon die
JAYMAR - Silhouette Lyrics
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You feel like Sunday morning drives
You make me wanna patch up my mind
And all these silhouettes of cigarette exhaust
Couple pennies for your thoughts
I wouldn't mind if you cried
Let it all fall down
Babe we all gon die
Raise a solo to the ceiling if you feel me
I see your mixing up the liquor with your feelings
Yeah
Baby I know your type
Couple screws loose
I'm just the same so why
Flip it now she wanna party
Taking all the Whitney for her own scheme
Bet she leaving in the morning
Now she grabbing on my draws and
Couple bands tucked in her Louis by the red bottoms
Got 'em from a dummy from the east end
We making love but no ones fronting the commitment
That's fine
Real slime stay creeping
That's fine
Same mind, same deep end
Realign in the sheets of my king bed
She speak her truth you see her shoulders start to ease then
Lights off
Night cap on the weekend
Light up
Night cap for the freakin'
You feel like Sunday morning drives
You make me wanna patch up my mind
And all these silhouettes of cigarette exhaust
Couple pennies for your thoughts
I wouldn't mind if you cried
Let it all fall down
Babe we all gon die
She don't care about shit
Another nine to five chick
With a dream in the clouds that she's do anything to grip
Like me
Nikes be the only damn cheque
Like me
High key don't know where to go next
Aloof in this world we just take the next step
If the world stay cold keep a base layer set
You can bandage up the bumps and the bruises
The blames and excuses
Earn my own stripes off my war while they trucing
And I ain't no God
I'm a mortal man
Between these four walls
We don't break but we just might bend
I would rather die for the chase
I might die a dreamer
Dust in the safe
We cool with the reaper
Say it all with my chest
Hope you stay when they scatter
Tell me how you feel cos it matter
You feel like Sunday morning drives
You make me wanna patch up my mind
And all these silhouettes of cigarette exhaust
Couple pennies for your thoughts
I wouldn't mind if you cried
Let it all fall down
Babe we all gon die
You make me wanna patch up my mind
And all these silhouettes of cigarette exhaust
Couple pennies for your thoughts
I wouldn't mind if you cried
Let it all fall down
Babe we all gon die
Raise a solo to the ceiling if you feel me
I see your mixing up the liquor with your feelings
Yeah
Baby I know your type
Couple screws loose
I'm just the same so why
Flip it now she wanna party
Taking all the Whitney for her own scheme
Bet she leaving in the morning
Now she grabbing on my draws and
Couple bands tucked in her Louis by the red bottoms
Got 'em from a dummy from the east end
We making love but no ones fronting the commitment
That's fine
Real slime stay creeping
That's fine
Same mind, same deep end
Realign in the sheets of my king bed
She speak her truth you see her shoulders start to ease then
Lights off
Night cap on the weekend
Light up
Night cap for the freakin'
You feel like Sunday morning drives
You make me wanna patch up my mind
And all these silhouettes of cigarette exhaust
Couple pennies for your thoughts
I wouldn't mind if you cried
Let it all fall down
Babe we all gon die
She don't care about shit
Another nine to five chick
With a dream in the clouds that she's do anything to grip
Like me
Nikes be the only damn cheque
Like me
High key don't know where to go next
Aloof in this world we just take the next step
If the world stay cold keep a base layer set
You can bandage up the bumps and the bruises
The blames and excuses
Earn my own stripes off my war while they trucing
And I ain't no God
I'm a mortal man
Between these four walls
We don't break but we just might bend
I would rather die for the chase
I might die a dreamer
Dust in the safe
We cool with the reaper
Say it all with my chest
Hope you stay when they scatter
Tell me how you feel cos it matter
You feel like Sunday morning drives
You make me wanna patch up my mind
And all these silhouettes of cigarette exhaust
Couple pennies for your thoughts
I wouldn't mind if you cried
Let it all fall down
Babe we all gon die
Writer: Jaymar Rarang
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