Romanchikku - Washed (feat. Reggie Sinatra)

I don't write my sins down
Just the things
She'll never hear

Tell me that you loved me
But you never really

Tryna pick the truth up
From the little things we fear

Obstacles to many
When they're never really there
Flower petals left them all in February damn
Now my rose got my branches
When we hang it's like a noose

Tell my self
That I don't really need love
If we wanted that could be us
Riding waves like Imma sea ya later

Cause I'm washed
Aye
Washed aye
Washed up photoshop fame
Celeb
You the reason that I'm
Skipping church on Sundays
And dam
Don't portray just how mind state
Pursues you like a loss
Racing for you till my mind break
Imma hit you up until your evening
Feel like bright days
It always throws me off
When you listen to music I make
You're my high place
You look down on me
So I fade
Come to my place
But won't listen to what I say
Isn't that some shit

Give 100 while she give 3 percent
Aye
Still ain't fall in love like ever since
Dam

Looking through our texts
And our sexts
That you sent me
And my mind like my bedroom when you over
It's a mother fucking mess

Got me on 1-800
Tryna make connections
Raping to the elevator music while connecting
Hung up, wrote it down
In hopes that you would get the message
We destined
Baby you my lucky number

I don't write my sins down
Just the things
She'll never hear
Tell me that you loved me
But you never really
Tryna pick the truth up
From the little things we fear
Obstacles to many
When they're never really there
Flower petals left them all in February damn
Now my rose got my branches
When we hang it's like a noose
Tell my self
That I don't really need love
If we wanted that could be us
Riding waves like Imma sea ya later

Caused I'm washed aye
In the mirror screaming
No it's not your fault Abe
But if you gave a fuck
Shed probably still be in your arms Abe
Drive me crazy
Like it's her demons in car chase
So Imma race em
To your house
So we can talk aye

Girl talk up at my crib
Imma show you what we doing
Imma show you how I live
Cause we fucking to the carter
And I'm stroking like I'm Clarence
And your Parents keep on saying
Oh I think she's hard to manage
You Fucking with my head, oh I think we seeing stars
Cause counting all this bread and the Pokémon cards
And I guess i wanna know
Where the fuck we finna go
Beginning of shivering I'm hitting it end at the toes
Honey gotta break that
Chase her back
And I'm rolling toking good cuz I face these facts
You can call it what you want girl imma call you back
And these knives defines lies that just lie up in my back

Written by:
Abraham Breton, Alex Ballew

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