Текст песни
Marble counter
Half a glass
Going warm
All this gold on my hands
Still my heart feels torn
Penthouse view
But the room feels small
Name on the building
No one I can call
Driver waiting
I tell him take the long way home
City scrolling by
Through the glass
I’m alone
Mama on my phone
Asking why I never stay
I keep buying back the time
But it all slips away
Mama on my phone
Asking why I never stay
I keep buying back the time
But it all slips away
Mama on my phone
Asking why I never again
I keep buying friends not right
But it all slips away
Flights first class
Views like movies
Land in a crowd
Still lonely
Mom calls
Asks “Are you happy?”
I change the subject
Say “Don’t worry”
Late night
Blue glow on my face
Shopping carts I never place
Trying to fix what I never had
Clicking through feelings like they’re ads
I have money but I’m sad
Снова тайминг летим в Грецию Alright bae
Да я знаю то что мне нужен вид сзади
Но я грустный что там внутри бей не так ?
На счету так много денег и так много карт
