[Goody Grace] She don´t hit me up anymore, no Things that were fun just ain´t fun anymore, no Six in the morning I know I should go home But I´m
High as fuck and the clock´s screaming tick-tock Girls in the suburbs singing Smiths songs I know that it´s wrong I don´t know what I´m doin, but
[Goody Grace] Maybe one day it´ll all make sense Maybe one day it´ll all make sense Maybe one day it´ll all make sense But I just don´t know when And it feels like the end And all of my friends Said
[Goody Grace & G-Eazy] That I should get my mind off of the wrong things I should probably tear off all my heart strings You can´t pull them no more (you know? ayy)
Maybe one day it´ll all make sense (yee, ayy, yeah)
[G-Eazy] Six A.M. on Persian rugs It´s just me and her on drugs We dip, we had to swerve the clubs Paranoid, all on our own We just tryna be alone But we don´t ever feel alone, ´cause people always watchin´ (yeah) Know this feels apocalyptic People, they could not predict it They just bein´ optimistic, fuck ´em (yeah) Listenin´ to the pixies ´til we drunk off all this whiskey Now we lay here, and it´s only you and I Where we go from here?
Fuck it, life´s so simple This what I´m into, if you don´t understand, maybe I´m mental I know I´m crazy (ayy) You don´t know what I been through That text that I sent you, might have been drunk, but that message I meant to Just got deleted, should have said the real shit To be continued (ayy)
[Goody Grace] I got a little water bottle full of whiskey Oh you lookin pretty like a model you should kiss me You so cool with your drugs and your ripped jeans I´m with you, but you ain´t with me, (no, no)
[Goody Grace]
Maybe one day it´ll all make sense But I just don´t know when And it feels like the end And all of my friends, said
[Goody Grace] That I should get my mind off of the wrong things I should probably tear off all my heart strings You can´t pull them no more