Lyrics
Mattresses and sofas
My life wasn't lo-fi
Moment way to good baby
I was caught up
I know I was never there
Broke your heart cuz this life I'm trynna paint
No one will know how close you came
Cousin's house couch surfing
Don't know why I was out searching
Things I don't understand
A whole lotta loud cursing
Said I'm insane, then you started flirting
When I found you I really thought I found something
Yeah
I know that your heating
Hop in the back baby, fuck up the seating
These precious moments only fleeting
I'm only focused on my hustle baby
And all them pics we took yeah
You can delete them
Last year I'm so broke
Last year I sold dope
You could never break my heart
So I broke yours
Last year I'm so broke
Last year I sold dope
You could never break my heart
So I broke yours
Nineteen I've never seen your kind before
You gave me a feeling no one has before
Rely all you want I won't catch you fall
I'm not the type of guy you should fall for yeah
So rack another line baby take my soul
Lets, hit up the plug baby, we can roll
I love the way you fold
Way we match eyes that shit's cold
This not the type of love that holds
Yeah
I know that your heating
Hop in the back baby, fuck up the seating
These precious moments only fleeting
I'm only focused on my hustle baby
And all them pics we took yeah
You can delete them
Last year I'm so broke
Last year I sold dope
You could never break my heart
So I broke yours
Last year I'm so broke
Last year I sold dope
You could never break my heart
So I broke yours
WRITERS
Abdullah Anjum
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