Late (She's Calling)
Lyrics
Walking down the sidewalk puddles on the street
See my reflection staring back at me
Packing heat, thoughts of battery
He looks old, he looks tired
He looks done, he looks wired
I see, a fire
I see a liar
A gifted writer
Night rider
Black attire
Matte black match the tires
Moving (Uh)
Moving fast
Hatred for his past
Fearful of his path
They say subtract the drama add some hope
But he's always been bad at math but he knows how to count some cash
Crack my disguise
While I gaze at the skies
I've been pondering why
I've been wondering wide
And far in hopes to find a star
Find a start find a heart
But I ain't got no gas inside my fucking car
I'm gone be late
Lost inside my thoughts forget the date
I got a place I gotta be I need to put on my face
Hide away the weight that's on my mind cause I ain't got no fucking time to waste, she's calling
She's calling
She's calling
Where you at? Don't you do me like that where you at?
She's calling
She's calling
She's calling
Why you always treat me like I'm never worth your time or on your mind
She's calling
She's calling
She's calling
Writer(s): Logan Richardson
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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