Keyed car, painted walls
Dirty bar, a false sense of complication
Girl you ain't far, from my embrace
Keep the car on, ooh we're ready to start the race
I can't keep up with expectations,
Tryna, hold tight and use my imagination,
Oh it feels like a marathon
I don't - got - the right clothes on
And everyone, is staring now
As i take my weight off the wall
Yer solo, yer foreign
Hold my breath, I'm going in
It's that tiny smile, yer hazel eyes,
The lightin's right, it's what makes you shine
So take my hand, leave it all behind,
I'll dip you low, baby can you read---my---mind
I can't keep up with expectations,
Tryna, hold tight and use my imagination,
Oh it feels like a marathon
I don't - got - the right clothes on
And everyone, is staring now
As i take my weight off the wall
Yer solo, yer foreign
Hold my breath, I'm going in
Going in

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