J.Wise - Same Clothes (feat. Aka Callum)

Skipped the text and she hit me with the FaceTime
Told me lose her number and she said she gon' erase mine
I ain't mad about it cause I know we had some great times
Every time I'm with her my heart pumpin' like a bass line
Oh
Chillin with the bros
I ain't overthinking
I'm just going wit the flow
So over overthinking
I'm just tryna do the most
I know just what I know
Give a fuck bout what you want
Ima do this shit for me
Sorry if I'm going ghost
Ima set my spirit free
When I smoke this Do-Si-Dos
Aye
When I'm sick of staring at the ceiling hit the road
When I'm sick of caring how you feeling Ima go
Damn
Shorty hit me up she ain't got no man
She gon make it disappear with no hands
If that's how it is I ain't got no plans
Roll a couple grams I can't let you get me fucked up
Skipped the text and she hit me with the FaceTime
Told me lose her number and she said she gon' erase mine
I ain't mad about it cause I know we had some great times
Every time I'm with her my heart pumpin' like a bass line
Tryna get my mom a crib and pay it all cash
If you don't do it for the fam, what you call that
I can't have you in my circle boy just fall back
& please, tell me why you talking like you all that
Tryna pull up in a Lamb' paint it all black
& I ain't do it for the gram I ain't on that
Pass out wake up in the same clothes
Think my mind gone tell me where my brain go
Man I'm so sick of waking up so fucking pessimistic
Sending X & O's, investing only texts and kisses
I sent my bestest wishes, hoping for some recognition
Definition of an expedition turned to demolition
But when your' team ain't playing, baby who you rooting for
& when the starters on the bench, who you shooting for
& if there's nothing left to win then what you losing for
& to be sure, I'm to remorseful always set on doing more
But I ain't been inside these shoes before, they never fit
But now the seams are splitting, shit maybe a 10 will fit
Maybe a size up
Fuck I feel like my times up
Been living in a fantasy, forgot to set my lineups
Damn
Heart so cold need some snow pants
Really thought she tryna build a snow man
You've been tryna rave, I'm tryna slow dance
I really wanna flip the odds
No chance
Tryna get my mom a crib and pay it all cash
If you don't do it for the fam, what you call that
I can't have you in my circle boy just fall back
& please, tell me why you talking like you all that
Tryna pull up in a Lamb' paint it all black
& I ain't do it for the gram I ain't on that
Pass out wake up in the same clothes
Think my mind gone tell me where my brain go

Written by:
Callum Scott, Jeremy Wise

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