Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Song About You, artist - Ekoh.
Date of issue: 09.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song About You |
I emerge outta this dirt again |
Burried alive under the words I said |
While trying to save the whole entire world |
I only hurt a friend |
And trying to bend with these motions but ain’t been flexible |
It feels like falling back in bad habits when I start texting you |
I fell in love with fiction |
A walking contradiction |
Begging for your valdiations plotting on my imperfection |
I’m at the intersection of run while you can and fuck it drowning in your drama |
but I swore that I was always above it |
I’m bugging trusting |
My emotions are safe from your judgement |
Fucked around and let your negativity in my circumference |
I’d like to get outta this rain |
But know we only go in circles when you’re flying with a broken wing |
Now I gotta go |
Jumping through every obstacle |
Nothing is working |
I feel like a burden |
And getting out doesn’t seem possible |
So let me go and live my life in happiness |
I bow to never waste my time and write another fucking song about you |
Put all your stuff in boxes in my room |
Don’t wanna write no songs about you |
But you should’ve been everything that I do |
Oh oh oh oooooh |
Yeah and that’s the ending no relapsing or starting again |
I made mistakes I can’t escape and that’s hard to admit |
This ain’t no party shit |
I’m sorry darling but you must be joking if you think you’ll ever be my Harley |
Quinn |
Ayy |
And none of my friends can see a thing they faded |
Jaded by the mask you wear and never in a public place and taking all these |
selfies for attention |
Do it for the gram! |
I got em' bouncing |
Imma do that for myself damn |
You need some help yeah |
Some time alone yo |
To r-e-s-e-t you should phone home |
Pack up everything I can fit in bags |
I get away but you come back to me when things get bad |
Isn’t that so fucking ironic how you’re acting sad |
Just to check the distance and check me up like a fucking jab |
Yeah ya see I know all your moves |
This is the last fuckin time Imma write a song about you |
Put all your stuff in boxes in my room |
Don’t wanna write no songs about you |
But you should’ve been everything that I do |
Oh oh oh ooh |