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A million little pieces all add up to nothing lately Swim within my bedsheets, it's something like a celebration What's the occasion? What's the occasion? I know my sweat like cologne, see the houses like Rome If I can swallow my pride, will you admit when you wrong? I know it's easy to just keep it flippin' out when you gone Maybe I wouldn't be so tested when you came for my glow Got dinner on the kitchen table, make sure everyone know I made my Sunday mornings feel like Friday nights I feel like Boobie Miles under these Friday lights Ready to pounce on any pussy ass bitch come from my life I'm tired of validation I'm tired of wonderin' what the fuck I gotta do to save ya' You been in this shit for years, I can't be your savior All my days I pray on everything I say, breakin' into A million little pieces all add up to nothing lately Swim within my bedsheets, it's something like a celebration What's the occasion? What's the occasion? I stay runnin' from somethin' I can't see True colors blinding, fuck away from me Gunnin' for somethin' I don't need Letras de cancionesI lead two lives, find me Who's to blame? Who's to say I leave? Forced to change, forced to face my scene Breaking Bad, break a neck entirely Good on my own, but I been feelin' alone I gotta go, don't ask why Bunch of dominos and the time fly Either way it goes, scribble out a line Keep the pictures, they're fun for when I miss ya A million little pieces all add up to nothing lately Swim within my bedsheets, it's something like a celebration What's the occasion? What's the occasion? What's the occasion? What's the occasion? A million little pieces all add up to nothing lately Swim within my bedsheets, it's something like a celebration What's the occasion? What's the occasion? From Letras Mania