I’m at a payphone trying to call home |
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All of my change I’ve spent on you |
Where have the times gone baby |
It’s all wrong, where are the plans we made for two |
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Yeah, I, I know it’s hard to remember |
The people we used to be |
It’s even harder to picture |
That you’re not here next to me | |
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You say it’s too late to make it |
But is it too late to try? |
And then that time that you wasted |
All of our bridges burnt down |
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I’ve wasted my nights |
You turned out the lights |
Now I’m paralyzed |
Still stuck in that time when we called it love |
But even the sun sets in paradise |
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I’m at a payphone trying to call home |
All of my change I’ve spent on you |
Where have the times gone baby |
It’s all wrong, where are the plans we made for two |
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If happy ever after did exist |
I would still be holding you like this |
All those fairytales are full of shit |
One more fucking love song I’ll be sick |
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You turned your back on tomorrow |
Cause you forgot yesterday |
I gave you my love to borrow |
But just gave it away |
You can’t expect me to be fine |
I don’t expect you to care |
I know I said it before |
But all of our bridges burnt down |
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I’ve wasted my nights |
You turned out the lights |
Now I’m paralyzed |
Still stuck in that time when we called it love |
But even the sun sets in paradise |
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I’m at a payphone trying to call home |
All of my change I’ve spent on you |
Where have the times gone baby |
It’s all wrong, where are the plans we made for two |
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If happy ever after did exist |
I would still be holding you like this |
And all those fairytales are full of shit |
One more fucking love song I’ll be sick |
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Now I’m at a payphone… |
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[Wiz Khalifa] |
Now fuck that shit |
I’ll be out spending all this money while you sitting round |
Wondering why wasn't you who came out from nothing |
Made it from the bottom |
Now when you see me I’m stunting |
And all of my cars start with the push of a button |
Telling me the chances I blew up or whatever you call it |
Switched the number to my phone |
So you never can call it |
Don’t need my name, or my show |
You can tell it I’m ballin’ swish |
What a shame coulda got picked |
Had a really good game but you missed your last shot |
So you talk about who you see at the top |
Or what you could’ve saw |
But sad to say it’s over for it |
Phantom roll out valet open doors |
Where’s the car way, got what you was looking for |
Now it's me who they want |
So you can go take that little piece of shit with you |
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I’m at a payphone trying to call home |
All of my change I’ve spent on you |
Where have the times gone baby |
It’s all wrong, where are the plans we made for two |
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If happy ever after did exist |
I would still be holding you like this |
And all these fairytales are full of shit |
One more fucking love song I’ll be sick |
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Now I’m at a payphone… |
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