I want to be like Drake and Rihanna Sitting courtside at your favorite basketball games, holding hands Eating six-dollar popcorn and yelling at some fucking guy front of me in the stands 'Cause he's too tall and I can't see And I'm scared 'cause he's way bigger than me Well, you hate my hair and you hate my pants Can't understand why I stay up late getting drunk with my friends 'Cause it makes me feel like I'm still fun Makes me feel like you're not gone But your room is empty now And your bed is just a couch And I just wish that you could get my emails
I wish I could just call you up And tell you that I miss you But I'm doing fine, are you alright? And I, I know it sounds insane, but You're stuck inside my brain And all I want is to return To the safety and comfort of your bed
I like to think that I know some things about myself But I can't help feeling like a huge douche when I'm around you Fuck all your friends and their stupid conversations about how it isn't fair to be us To be young and dumb and sad and scared And tired and hungry and undervalued and overwhelmed When all I want to do is smoke some weed and stay in bedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
