This is not a date So what should we call this? Your face on my screen My face on your screen
Your phone is dying And I'm dying too I'm dying to touch you I'm dying to be in the same room
We don't live far away Might as well be thousands of miles I'm startin' to love you But what is a love that's online? Your phone is dying And i'm dying too Dying to touch you I'm dying to be in the same room
No, it's not right, but it's not my fault You're the one who waited so long to call You coulda hit me up before the world flipped Then maybe right now, we wouldn't be simulatin' it
No way this is a date My screen is not your face I'm tired of holding ya I'm tired of proppin' ya up
Your phone is dying And i'm dying too I'm dying to touch you I'm dying to be in the same room
No, it's not right, but it's not my fault You're the one who waited so long to call You coulda hit me up before the world flipped Then maybe right now, we wouldn't be simulatin' it Really doin' it, doin' it wet
It easy to forget about the days of doin' it All the smells, the taste (The taste), yeah, the taste (Yeah, the taste) Will I ever be in the place to get to know how you taste?
It's not right, but it's not my fault You're the one who waited so long to call You coulda hit me up before the world flipped Then maybe right now, we wouldn't be simulatin' it No, it's not right, but it's not my fault You're the one who waited so long to call You coulda hit me up before the world flipped Then maybe right now, we wouldn't be simulatin' it Really doin' it, doin' it wetTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
