WIINSTON - lonely

I think God did us a favor
This shit way more than we prayed for
I can't repay him with bills made of paper
But I'm finna try anyway tho

Gold Rollies
Runs slow in the end
Girl I know u scared
Of dyin lonely ya

Layin on my bed
No titles on my belt
Fridays overrated
So why go out again

I read the news!
Some kid from a Atlanta
Went to a Dance
Started to shoot
We stuck in a loop
Cuz that aint that aint news

Gold Rollies
Runs slow in the end
Girl I know u scared
Of dyin lonely ya

Written by:
WIINSTON, Oliver Cilwik

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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