skate33 X Jake Fonda X DEADPAN - DON'T WASTE HER LOVE

Sell me a lot of time
I've been out of time
But vibin'
Don't waste her love
No, don't waste her
Sell me a lot of time
I've been out of time
But vibin'
Don't waste her love
No, don't waste her
Like oo
Baby girl want you to be in that mood
Back it up
Let me see your tattoos
Everything in the world around you
Everything
Wait, my time
You
Baby girl, I wanna be that
And I don't wanna obsess
Hide my face
I gotta lotta regrets
Sell me a lot of time
I've been out of time
But vibin'
Don't waste her love
No, don't waste her
Sell me a lot of time
I've been out of time
But vibin'
Don't waste her love
No, don't waste her
Like oo
Baby girl want you to be in that mood
Back it up
Let me see your tattoos
Everything in the world around you
Everything, wait, my time
You
Baby girl, I wanna be that
And I don't wanna obsess
Hide my face
I gotta lotta regrets
No, don't waste
Spent a year and a half takin' plane rides back
For you to stab me in the back
And treat me like trash, I'll pass
But if you come around now and then I'll smash
It's the sound of your voice and your scent I lack
Needa leave you in the past, reasons that I'm goin' mad
So sad so sad so sad
And I'm always gonna love you and I think you know that
And It's why you always runnin' and I never hold back
When we yelling and we fightin' know it hurts so bad
When we fuck it feels lightin' think its why we go back
And maybe it's exciting knowing you could switch up
So imma keep writing bout you never givin' up
And you might just get the message maybe you could show me love
In this world so cold everything its shiftin' up
(Fuck me hard, bitch)
Reminiscing on happy days, Freddie Mac with his Fannie Mae
DEADPAN is an aptronym when our past withered and ran away
Castaway; pictured her figure then passed away
Let the little things fascinate
Catch the hint with a dash of mint
Not a pressing issue that we had to face
Gravitate to the center of bliss, happy place
Damn, why the fuck did it have to change?
You had a kid in his bag, sank in the pit of your fangs
Matching in all black in our trips to the bank
Mrs. Sacrosanct; willing to switch from riches to rags
Simple shit, the most significant pangs
Wish it never went different
Wish the wedding bells rang
This isn't a bitter nostalgia trip, rather I'm giving her thanks

Written by:
Christopher Bonanni, Jacob Diaz, Jacob Fonda

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