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BULLDOG

BULLDOG

(Album: LIGHT UP SHOES 2 - 2019)

Stuck in the middle of selfless and selfish, dammit
I cannot not help it that I cannot help you, but I wanna help you
I cannot muster up courage to tell you
That you should see light at the end of the tunnel
But, you don't need smile if you don't feel happy
Just 'cause they think that you always is happy
Truth is, I'd rather see your face again than save the planet
I'd rather hold your hand than make a statement
Make a name for band that I created
Made a plan to rule the nation
But if you decide to stay then I'll just have to stay, oh, no
'Cause I'd rather not wait for ya
I'd rather get straight to it
I'd hate to put the brakes on it
I'd hate to put the brakes on it
Remember when you got your braces off? (Yeah)
Damn, that shit went on to change the story
All these boys came flocking for it
I knew you were always special
I knew you were always special

I guess I believe in love, but fuck it
You're not my husband or something other than my girlfriend
Reside in my double bed that's trapped in the back corner of my bedroom, it's plain
I'd love a poster of your body plastered over white paint
The scratches from the time I punched the wall like a crackhead
After I thought summer was gon' end

It'll all change when I'm 21
When I'm out the house
And my friends are gone
And I won't have to keep keeping secrets
Passport in my Louis Vuitton
Talking won't be such a burden
I'll have figured it out by then
I'll have you all to myself
Like I wish I did in yellow shorts back when
I was just a little bit younger
I was just a little more nervous
You had the same brown hair
But my eyes kept being averted
And it's a long road 'til the finish
It's a long road 'til we make it
Lil' speed bumps won't shake it
Not 'til my shades are the greatest

I guess I believe in love, but fuck it
You're not my husband or something other than my girlfriend
Reside in my double bed that's trapped in the back corner of my bedroom, it's plain
I'd love a poster of your body plastered over white paint
The scratches from the time I punched the wall like a crackhead
After I thought summer was gon' end

Trickling down into the bucket
It's a little hard not to see it positive
I'd be lying if I lied and said I saw the glass half empty
If you could believe me now
Then you wouldn't leave me now
Oh, I'd hate to save you for a rainy day
I'd hate to save you for a rainy day, oh

I guess I believe in love, but fuck it
You're not my husband or something other than my girlfriend
Reside in my double bed that's trapped in the back corner of my bedroom, it's plain
I'd love a poster of your body plastered over white paint
The scratches from the time I punched the wall like a crackhead
After I thought summer was gon' end
I guess I believe in love, but fuck it
You're not my husband or something other than my girlfriend
Reside in my double bed that's trapped in the back corner of my bedroom, it's plain
I'd love a poster of your body plastered over white paint
The scratches from the time I punched the wall like a crackhead
After I thought summer was gon' end

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