CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : What's the occasion ?
A million little pieces all add up to nothing lately
Swim within my bedsheets, it's something like a celebration
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?
[Matt Champion]
I know my sweat like cologne, see the houses like Rome
If I can swallow my pride, will you admit when you wrong?
I know it's easy to just keep it flippin' out when you gone
Maybe I wouldn't be so tested when you came for my glow
Got dinner on the kitchen table, make sure everyone know
I made my Sunday mornings feel like Friday nights
I feel like Boobie Miles under these Friday lights
Ready to pounce on any p*ssy ass bitch come from my life
I'm tired of validation
I'm tired of wonderin' what the f*ck I gotta do to save ya'
You been in this shit for years, I can't be your savior
All my days I pray [?], everything I say it breakin' into
A million little pieces all add up to nothing lately
Swim within my bedsheets, it's something like a celebration
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?
[Joba]
I stay runnin' from somethin' I can't see
True colors blinding, f*ck away from me
Gunnin' for somethin' I don't need
I lead two lives, find me
Who's to blame? Who's to say I leave?
Forced to change, forced to face my scene
Breaking Bad, break a neck entirely
Good on my own, but I been feelin' alone
I gotta go, don't ask why
Bunch of dominos and the time fly
Either way it goes, scribble out a line
Keep the pictures, they're fun for when I miss ya
A million little pieces all add up to nothing lately
Swim within my bedsheets, it's something like a celebration
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?
A million little pieces all add up to nothing lately
Swim within my bedsheets, it's something like a celebration
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?
Swim within my bedsheets, it's something like a celebration
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?
[Matt Champion]
I know my sweat like cologne, see the houses like Rome
If I can swallow my pride, will you admit when you wrong?
I know it's easy to just keep it flippin' out when you gone
Maybe I wouldn't be so tested when you came for my glow
Got dinner on the kitchen table, make sure everyone know
I made my Sunday mornings feel like Friday nights
I feel like Boobie Miles under these Friday lights
Ready to pounce on any p*ssy ass bitch come from my life
I'm tired of validation
I'm tired of wonderin' what the f*ck I gotta do to save ya'
You been in this shit for years, I can't be your savior
All my days I pray [?], everything I say it breakin' into
A million little pieces all add up to nothing lately
Swim within my bedsheets, it's something like a celebration
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?
[Joba]
I stay runnin' from somethin' I can't see
True colors blinding, f*ck away from me
Gunnin' for somethin' I don't need
I lead two lives, find me
Who's to blame? Who's to say I leave?
Forced to change, forced to face my scene
Breaking Bad, break a neck entirely
Good on my own, but I been feelin' alone
I gotta go, don't ask why
Bunch of dominos and the time fly
Either way it goes, scribble out a line
Keep the pictures, they're fun for when I miss ya
A million little pieces all add up to nothing lately
Swim within my bedsheets, it's something like a celebration
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?
A million little pieces all add up to nothing lately
Swim within my bedsheets, it's something like a celebration
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?
