Jazz Dangler Songtext
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Jazz Dangler Songtext
Cut ties to see you in your way
You′re worth everything across your face
I was told you were cold, we aligned
Take my flowers and drown away
I would see you, you would see me
We were caught in the rain of your TV
Electric eyes in my face, yeah you told me you cried
But it was only for you
For you
For you
For you
For you
Every wire in my phone
When I do it like that
Yeah, imma do it right back
Call me on the phone
When you hear me like that
Yeah, imma do it right back
Every wire in my phone
When I do it like that
Yeah, imma do it right back
Call me on the phone
When you hear me like that
Yeah, imma do it right back
Three star dream
Don't talk to me
Three bars down, let me walk it off
I can′t hear a thing
Clear your screen
Six calls again
Your hands all in my hair
Whisper in my heart
Your picture on my phone but we still seem so far apart
Water in a stream, no faucet
Downtown calling
Got your name in a locket
Your baggy jeans, tight shirt, blonde hair
Lost my credit card, I'll do whatever I can
And the rest can just be like, the beat playing
Or something
I don't know
Doesn′t really matter
You′re worth everything across your face
I was told you were cold, we aligned
Take my flowers and drown away
I would see you, you would see me
We were caught in the rain of your TV
Electric eyes in my face, yeah you told me you cried
But it was only for you
For you
For you
For you
For you
Every wire in my phone
When I do it like that
Yeah, imma do it right back
Call me on the phone
When you hear me like that
Yeah, imma do it right back
Every wire in my phone
When I do it like that
Yeah, imma do it right back
Call me on the phone
When you hear me like that
Yeah, imma do it right back
Three star dream
Don't talk to me
Three bars down, let me walk it off
I can′t hear a thing
Clear your screen
Six calls again
Your hands all in my hair
Whisper in my heart
Your picture on my phone but we still seem so far apart
Water in a stream, no faucet
Downtown calling
Got your name in a locket
Your baggy jeans, tight shirt, blonde hair
Lost my credit card, I'll do whatever I can
And the rest can just be like, the beat playing
Or something
I don't know
Doesn′t really matter
Writer(s): Julien Martinet, Noah Perkins, Thomas Khalil Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

