goleta - autumn xo lyrics
[chorus: autumn xo]
i made it too long
i waited too long
i waited ‘til you’re home
i waited ‘til you’re home
are you home?
is you home?
are you home?
girl is you home?
are you home?
is you home?
[verse 1: autumn xo & perce lenard]
and i hate thinkin’ ‘bout my past life (i’m wastin’)
i’m wastin’ modelo
sometimes i think it was my best life
‘cause i don’t drink but the nights like coach*lla
yeah, yeah
eighteen
yeah, yeah
thought i knew it all
yeah, yeah
iv’s itchin’ to get a hand of y’all (i, i, i)
i been on and off it lately
i been ridin’
slow down
give me all that other mileage
i been ridin’ slow
acid trips
we trippin’ b*lls and sh*t
i want you same time next week (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i been in your chevy cruze passenger
just hold me like america won’t
[chorus]
i made it too long
i waited too long
i waited ‘til you’re home
i waited ‘til you’re home
are you home? (in your room darlin’ [i’m wastin’])
you home?
are you home? (in your room darlin’ [i’m wastin’ more])
girl is you home?
are you home? (your room darlin’)
is you home? (in your room)
[interlude]
and it’s* it’s like the pressure at all is*
it’s* i just* i didn’t expect it to be like, so soon
it’s just whatever you know?
yeah no, i get it
(if i could be [i could be])
(feelin’ free [feelin’ free])
(if i could be)
(i’d be)
[chorus]
i made it too long
i waited too long
i waited ‘til you’re home
i waited ‘til you’re home
are you home?
is you home?
are you home?
girl is you home?
are you home?
is you home?
(oh, oh, oh)
[interlude 2]
(oh, oh, oh, i say)
(ah, ah, ah)
(ah, ah)
will i be on tv? (ah, ah, ah)
(ah, ah, ah, i say)
(la* la* lay)
(ah, ah, ah, i’d say)
[verse 2]
what a memory
what a drug
what it look like
to love
to love, to love your mind?
what a memory
what a drug
yeah, what it feel like
ooh ooh, to love
to love, to love your mind?
i think it’s cool that paul grew up on blockbuster
his life’s a movie
ooh who cut the groupie? ooh
i ain’t even wanna grow my beard out
i had to throw all my razors away ‘cause i couldn’t stop cuttin’ myself
ain’t slept all week, but i’m still dreamin’ ‘bout
how days like these nights like to sl*t me out
trauma dump on my b*tch
and she vibin’
trauma dump on my b*tch
and she vibin’
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