brakence - rosier (Lyric Video)

brakence - rosier (Lyric Video)
think i'm dreaming, this isn't real 💙
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[chorus]
now there's too many people that i have done wrong
and that i owe my thanks to for sticking along with me
along for me
(one. two, three, and)

[verse 1]
think i'm dreamin'
this isn't real
'cause you leave in a month
and i'm fiending for something to feel
when you hold me
know you know me down to my core
this is the calm before the storm
you diverted attention/the tension away when i mentioned that someone else gon' need you more

[chorus]
now there's too many people that i have done wrong
and that i owe my thanks to for sticking along with me
along for me
(oh, oh)

[sample]
who are you?

[verse 2]
and i fell apart in that bed
what we built isn't me
won't put it back together again
i can't take back what i said
i just look through those messages
i left on read
oh, and i took you to rosier
'cause i thought we could cope
we got out on the ocean
i fell out my boat
and you calmed me back down
and you gave me some hope
and i tossed that away for a seratone

[chorus]
now there's too many people that i have done wrong
and that i owe my thanks to for sticking along with me
along with me
(oh, oh)

[bridge]
no commitments
i'm going to hell, you're going to heaven
it doesn't negate our holy connection
and next time i fly too close to the sun
i'm not gonna run, this shit was for fun

[verse 3]
(fifty, fifty, fifty)
i left home now i'm fucked up
realized how much i loved you
whole god damn life, been a suckup
now i'm just tryna get my luck up
all the pain went when you kissed me
we were 10 toes up now i'm 6 feet down
moved on, you don't need me now
now i gotta figure me out (ya!)
no, i gotta figure me out (oh-ooh, yeah, uh)
bitch, i'm up next
fuckboy ain't a threat
put a price on my head
won't sell my soul for a check
that's on god, that's on sound
you won't ever see me 'round
i'll be cookin' up some shit that'll probably get me out this town