Correction Lyrics Stay by Abhi the Nomad

Featuring(s) : Love-sadkid

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Men are trash Bub, so am I
I grew up watching bond b*t*hes, playing golden eye
No wonder why im naturally such an as*h**e
I should be making salmon for you, maybe even mullin wine
I’m all in for millin time, you told me something for the millionth time
I still ain’t listen my mind don’t be catching sh*t lately, Please let that go
I garnish all my dinner with Tabasco
I’m a man of cheap taste and quick thrills
Like festival bills got my name on it the font size 9 maybe
I’m no big deal, the biggest deal I’m gone sign baby is us
With blood, ink and time, we off soon to:
Better drywall and more spacey
Plus less cheap couches so we could do more lazing around
And see the world another time
I owe you more than another line
Ah

I can give the coldest touch when I’m close
I’m used to having walls up, keep out of it
But You know I’m there when You need me most
Sunshine, I guess I’ll stay round, round a bit

Let me swim through all the pain I put you through and drown
The waters cold and unforgiving but it deafens the sound
I swear if you could hear my heart you'd prolly cover your ears
It's so offbeat because of things I shouldn't think about
Cause they just keep me down, yeah
I'm not so grown away from home, I'm not a devil in disguise
You probably still can't trust me yet because I used to always lie
I'm just overclocking my mouth, with a hundred reasons why
That everything is different, I know time is not a factor
I know age to you means nothing, I know growth can't be shown with data
I know pain comes from perspective I can't understand your scars
Can only offer you a candle and a hand throughout the dark
It's, more than a stones throw to recovery
But I knew we could make the journey when you didn't break up with me
It's so far away from both our homes
But it still feels bright and bold whenever we agree that we can make our own

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