Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song East Side Too, artist - TYLERxCORDY. Date of issue: 07.02.2019
Song language: English
East Side Too |
| I’m keeping you close tonight |
| Golden hour, don’t want the sun to rise |
| Babe, will you meet me on the East side? |
| You’ve got the power, I’ll give you all of mine |
| What if I can’t give you all I got? |
| What if you think you’re getting got? |
| Babe, you got a stiff lip and I’m not tough |
| Babe, am I a problem? |
| Are you in love? |
| What if I keep blowing up your phone? |
| Would you leave me here, all alone? |
| Would you leave me here? |
| Would you leave me here? |
| Would you leave me? |
| You say there’s too much fire on the front lines |
| And it’s pathetic, I’ve never been on time |
| You been on my mind, and I can’t keep you out |
| There’s no doubt in my mind |
| That, baby, I would drown if you leave me now |
| Are you gonna leave me now? |
| You could take your time, but I might take you out |
| 'Cause baby, I’m alive and I can’t breathe you out |
| Can’t stop breathing, can’t stop me |
| Can’t stop breathing |
| What if I can’t give you all I got? |
| What if you think you’re getting got? |
| Babe, you got a stiff lip and I’m not tough |
| Babe, am I a problem? |
| Are you in love? |
| What if I keep blowing up your phone? |
| Would you leave me here, all alone? |
| Would you leave me here? |
| Would you leave me here? |
| Would you leave me? |
| Yeah |
| These light purple nights |
| I’m a little grey |
| I wanna stay up |
| She wanna get away |
| Goosebumps on my arm |
| Styrofoam full of harm |
| Cuffs full of Lucky Charms |
| On the hood of your car |
| 'Cause your name’s in my blood |
| Arcade playin' love |
| Quarters go in the machine |
| The ounces go up in the blunt |
| But it’s okay, okay, okay |
| I wake up out of focus |
| What if she got love I don’t see? |
| But if it’s here, I don’t hold it |
| What if this year just like the last? |
| What if I’m repeating my past? |
| 'Cause we keep spinning faster |
| The ceiling fans never last |
| Love’s like a six-floor walk-up |
| And these slanted floors full of cracks |
| You can reopen my wounds |
| But you can come and fix my cast |