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OCTAVIO - Aftertaste Lyrics
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Sittin' here wonderin' why the hell you called
I don't know
I don't know
I don't Know
Sittin' in my room wonderin' why the hell you called
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know, yeah
We ain't talked in a minute, yeah it's been a minute
I've been making songs about you, trying to make a living
Looking back you used to drive me crazy
I just wanted you to be my baby
Whoah, you remember me, used to talk about my shit
Tried to ask about you, but you ain't really saying shit
I been really wondering to myself though
I been really thinking bout you
What the hell you up to
You tore my heart to pieces
Then let me take the blame
You tell me that you miss me
But things just aren't the same
You tore my heart to pieces
Like it was yours to break
Can't act like nothing happened
Still got the aftertaste
I just woke up from the wildest dream
Funny thing about it soon it will be my reality
We use to talk about my fantasies
I lay my plans so I'll be who i wanna be
Saw all the people surrounding me
Knew they were drowning me
I switched it up, all this fun Is a tangent see
I know the shit I need
Used to be cool but now that's not my cup of tea
Drama at home with my mama
I love her to death told her give me a year
Like I used to tell you, I just wish you were here
But you're not
You tore my heart to pieces
Then let me take the blame
You tell me that you miss me
But things just aren't the same
You tore my heart to pieces
Like it was yours to break
Can't act like nothing happened
Still got the aftertaste
You tore my heart to pieces
Then let me take the blame
You tell me that you miss me
But things just aren't the same
You tore my heart to pieces
Like it was yours to break
Can't act like nothing happened
Still got the aftertaste
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Sittin' here wonderin' why the hell you called
I don't know
I don't know
I don't Know
Sittin' in my room wonderin' why the hell you called
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know, yeah
We ain't talked in a minute, yeah it's been a minute
I've been making songs about you, trying to make a living
Looking back you used to drive me crazy
I just wanted you to be my baby
Whoah, you remember me, used to talk about my shit
Tried to ask about you, but you ain't really saying shit
I been really wondering to myself though
I been really thinking bout you
What the hell you up to
You tore my heart to pieces
Then let me take the blame
You tell me that you miss me
But things just aren't the same
You tore my heart to pieces
Like it was yours to break
Can't act like nothing happened
Still got the aftertaste
I just woke up from the wildest dream
Funny thing about it soon it will be my reality
We use to talk about my fantasies
I lay my plans so I'll be who i wanna be
Saw all the people surrounding me
Knew they were drowning me
I switched it up, all this fun Is a tangent see
I know the shit I need
Used to be cool but now that's not my cup of tea
Drama at home with my mama
I love her to death told her give me a year
Like I used to tell you, I just wish you were here
But you're not
You tore my heart to pieces
Then let me take the blame
You tell me that you miss me
But things just aren't the same
You tore my heart to pieces
Like it was yours to break
Can't act like nothing happened
Still got the aftertaste
You tore my heart to pieces
Then let me take the blame
You tell me that you miss me
But things just aren't the same
You tore my heart to pieces
Like it was yours to break
Can't act like nothing happened
Still got the aftertaste
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Writer: Danny Berrios, Octavio Herrera, SE Berrios
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Performed By: OCTAVIO
Language: English
Length: 3:06
Written by: Danny Berrios, Octavio Herrera, SE Berrios

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