Nobody has as much fun as I do
While watching clowns on the public news
You can first guess all the lines they'll use
They do the tricks, spokesmen of the cheapest mass-produce
Don't say that you forgot (don't say they made you forget)
The days of our rocking lives
When you said you wanted to write me off
I felt a breeze of a new world that cut me to the bones
There will be times when you feel
You've cut me loose too soon
The shit is real
When you said you wanted to write me off
I saw the flags that were rising far into the north
There will be times when you feel
You've cut me loose too soon
The shit is real
Nobody has as much fun as I do
While sitting on the starlit roof
I can first guess all the lives and tales of wasted youth
The bygone days and the stepping stones flooded by the rules
Don't say that you forgot (don't say they made you forget)
The days of our rocking lives
When you said you wanted to write me off
I felt a breeze of a new world that cut me to the bones
There will be times when you feel
You've cut me loose too soon
The shit is real
When you said you wanted to write me off
I saw the flags that were rising far into the north
There will be times when you won't decide
The repercussions, tho, will come back to haunt you down
Makes Sense - Write Me Off Lyrics
Makes Sense - Write Me Off Lyrics
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Nobody has as much fun as I do
While watching clowns on the public news
You can first guess all the lines they'll use
They do the tricks, spokesmen of the cheapest mass-produce
Don't say that you forgot (don't say they made you forget)
The days of our rocking lives
When you said you wanted to write me off
I felt a breeze of a new world that cut me to the bones
There will be times when you feel
You've cut me loose too soon
The shit is real
When you said you wanted to write me off
I saw the flags that were rising far into the north
There will be times when you feel
You've cut me loose too soon
The shit is real
Nobody has as much fun as I do
While sitting on the starlit roof
I can first guess all the lives and tales of wasted youth
The bygone days and the stepping stones flooded by the rules
Don't say that you forgot (don't say they made you forget)
The days of our rocking lives
When you said you wanted to write me off
I felt a breeze of a new world that cut me to the bones
There will be times when you feel
You've cut me loose too soon
The shit is real
When you said you wanted to write me off
I saw the flags that were rising far into the north
There will be times when you won't decide
The repercussions, tho, will come back to haunt you down
While watching clowns on the public news
You can first guess all the lines they'll use
They do the tricks, spokesmen of the cheapest mass-produce
Don't say that you forgot (don't say they made you forget)
The days of our rocking lives
When you said you wanted to write me off
I felt a breeze of a new world that cut me to the bones
There will be times when you feel
You've cut me loose too soon
The shit is real
When you said you wanted to write me off
I saw the flags that were rising far into the north
There will be times when you feel
You've cut me loose too soon
The shit is real
Nobody has as much fun as I do
While sitting on the starlit roof
I can first guess all the lives and tales of wasted youth
The bygone days and the stepping stones flooded by the rules
Don't say that you forgot (don't say they made you forget)
The days of our rocking lives
When you said you wanted to write me off
I felt a breeze of a new world that cut me to the bones
There will be times when you feel
You've cut me loose too soon
The shit is real
When you said you wanted to write me off
I saw the flags that were rising far into the north
There will be times when you won't decide
The repercussions, tho, will come back to haunt you down
Writer: Kacper Radzki
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid