LYRICS
I still got that photograph on my dresser
I know it's been a laughably long time
For me to still love you
I still got the photographs that you sent me
I know you're someone else's now
But I still want you
I still want you
Swear I ****ed you right
That's what you told me then
We were s'posed die before we folded in
That's my bad, I'm apolog'in
Bringing old shit up, ****ing historian
I'd a space in your heart
I'm orbitin'
You know that I'll be back, like the Austrian
I know that there is gaps in
What you told to him
Does he know you got
A tattoo on your body there
You would do anything in the backseat
This is my city and I know all the backstreets
You, cars, M.D., shows, raps, beats
Cream, mom, dad, xannies
Hopes, plans, dreams
Having visions of why
This feeling ain't right
If I spill my blood for you
If I spill my blood
Would you love me then
Gotta feeling you might
Come over tonight
If I spill my blood for you
If I spill my blood
Would you love me then
You love to show me
That you got your life together
I'm happy for you baby
But you don't gotta be so mean
Just because I do drugs
And my friends are reckless
It doesn't mean I'm evil all of a sudden
I'm just lonely
And summer sucks this year
Had a lot of goals I didn't touch this year
Pretty much doing drugs
Tryna **** this year
Not proud of the man I've become this year
I got sent to the states
Just to clean my blood
Still driving round town in a beat up car
You say hey sometimes, I guess he's not up
I'm thinking of all these old time
And tryna bring them up like
When you would do anything in the backseat
It was my city
And I know all the backstreets
You, cars, M.D., shows, raps, beats
Cream, mom, dad, xannies
Hopes, plans, dreams
Having visions of why
This feeling ain't right
If I spill my blood for you
If I spill my blood
Would you love me then
Gotta feeling you might
Come over tonight
If I spill my blood for you
If I spill my blood
Would you love me then
Be straight with me now
If you ain't coming over
Then I ain't staying sober no more
Might find me in the kitchen
Of his big apartment
Spilling my blood all over his floor
Can't believe that the doctor
Delivered this monster
The moment I was born
Shoulda chocked me with the cord
One voice in my head
Said I shouldn't listen to no voices
But the other one's saying
I'm s'posed to be gone
And it's all your fault
(All your fault)
Are you sorry
Having visions of why(Having visions of why)
This feeling ain't right
If I spill my blood for you
If I spill my blood
Would you love me then
Gotta feeling you might
Come over tonight
If I spill my blood for you
If I spill my blood
Would you love me then
Having visions of why
This feeling ain't right
If I spill my blood for you
If I spill my blood
Would you love me then
Gotta feeling you might
Come over tonight
If I spill my blood for you
If I spill my blood
Would you love me then