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Bottle of red, bottle of white
My dad sent to me the other night
In the box there was a postcard just for fun
Saying everyone is proud, we miss you son
See my mother on Skype
Hear my sisters through postcards they write
Watch my niece grow through Instagram
Yeah, around the world my body will roam, but my soulâs in New York
My soulâs in New York
Light creeps in the hotel from the sun
All the homies left a voicemail from the pub
Thinking of you, weâll pour out a beer
But god damn, Jon, we wish you were here
See my mother on Skype
Hear my sisters through postcards they write
Watch my niece grow through Instagram
Yeah, around the world my body will roam, but my soulâs in New York
My soulâs in New York
See my mother on Skype
Hear my sisters through postcards they write
Watch my niece grow through Instagram
Yeah, around the world my body will roam, but my soulâs in New York
- Álbum:
- All Time Low (feat. Stormzy) [Single]
- Guillotine (Single)
- The Human Condition
- All Time Low (Single)
- Translations Through Speakers
- The Separation
- Woke the Fuck Up (David Scarzone & Edeema Remix)
- Maybe IDK
- Run Wild (Acoustic)
- Woke The F*ck Up (Acoustic)
- Human (Acoustic)
- Compilation
- All Time Low (Acoustic)
- Woke The F*ck Up
- Scattered Thoughts Vol. 1
- The Definition
- Woodstock (Psychedelic Fiction)
- Carry Your Throne
- Munny Right
- Simple & Sweet