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OUT
by Dundas
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That's fine I can make my own way out
No signs but I'm sure I'll figure it out
It's not that I
Didn't mind what was still going on
But I'd rather get away before I talk to long and
Find myself starting from square one
That bitch wanna talk shit 'bout me
See these hands I'll throw them up
Hardly making money
That's ok because we stacking up
Fucked around and made some shit
So all my friends just laugh me off
I can't get to anywhere
You never tried to show me trust (Let's go!)
Six feet under, what you talk 'bout?
I don't think about it anymore
I lost my way for a little while
And I can't keep track of the score
Fucked around a bit and now I'm tryna keep my head on
They coming for your neck while they still have the speakers on
Pump that shit like
Couple sad boys on their six-stringed baby
They say "what's good?" but they tripping lately
I'm not one to talk
Never on the brakes
Full speed down the highway
Passenger seat never looked so inviting
And I don't really care if the feelings real, alright?
We can tell ourselves fuck it all tonight
Cause your waiting for something
Whilst holding to nothing
I know that it's tiring
Just hold on
Just hold on, yeah
That's fine I can make my own way out
No signs but I'm sure I'll figure it out
It's not that I
Didn't mind what was still going on
But I'd rather get away before I talk to long and
Find myself starting from square one
That bitch wanna talk shit 'bout me
See these hands I'll throw them up
Hardly making money
That's ok because we stacking up
Fucked around and made some shit
So all my friends just laugh me off
I can't get to anywhere
You never tried to show me trust (Let's go!)
Six feet under, what you talk 'bout?
I don't think about it anymore
I lost my way for a little while
And I can't keep track of the score
Fucked around a bit and now I'm tryna keep my head on
They coming for your neck while they still have the speakers on
Pump that shit like
Couple sad boys on their six-stringed baby
They say "what's good?" but they tripping lately
I'm not one to talk
Never on the brakes
Full speed down the highway
Passenger seat never looked so inviting
And I don't really care if the feelings real, alright?
We can tell ourselves fuck it all tonight
Cause your waiting for something
Whilst holding to nothing
I know that it's tiring
Just hold on
Just hold on, yeah
