Ruff Knight - Pastlife (With Franklin Beats) Lyrics

Growing distant, we more like a pastlife
Summer's feeling lonely in the nightime
Hate you but I'm right there on worst times
It's a fine line, ye
Now Im staring at the ceiling, thinking past times
Always reminisce up on your outlines
Called me love but deep down we're a pastime
That's the hindsight ye
Oh
I was feeling lone in my soul
Meant when you said it, did you tho?
Surely and slow we gone cold
And now i know, ye i know
Should've let you go cause the price be
Overdosing over what you might feel
Now I stutter on the phone, stumble, feel it in my bone
Another day another crisis
Funny how you stared, I could cut it with a knife ye
Building up the tension when you knew we're going sideways
We were leading nowhere and you knew that from the start, and
Now I dont wanna wake up if you not there by my side
Still fighting the feeling
My minds been a mess
Im drowning and dreaming
Overfilled in my head, we're
Growing distant, we more like a pastlife
Summer's feeling lonely in the nightime
Hate you but I'm right there on worst times
It's a fine line, ye
Now Im staring at the ceiling, thinking past times
Always reminisce up on your outlines
Called me love but deep down we're a pastime
That's the hindsight ye
Oh
Tell me why you do this?
Craving validation, do you even know you used me?
Cover insecure w some product, "does it look good?"
Can you open up?, could i ever see the real you?
Why did i feel wrong to be wanting more?
Am I good enough?, left me insecure
Lied to me but truth is I can't let you go
And I cant control it
And its just funny how you stared, I could cut it with a knife ye
Building up the tension when you knew we're going sideways
We were leading nowhere and you knew that from the start, and
Now I dont wanna wake up if you not there by my side
Still fighting the feeling
My minds been a mess
Im drowning and dreaming
Overfilled in my head, we're
Growing distant, we more like a pastlife
Summer's feeling lonely in the nightime
Hate you but I'm right there on worst times
It's a fine line, ye
Now Im staring at the ceiling, thinking past times
Always reminisce up on your outlines
Called me love but deep down we're a pastime
That's the hindsight ye