REMINISCE . ft. AMOS 747 Lyrics

Nobody loves a party mores than famous Amos

Me and 747 in this bitch

Kult

Sometimes I feel like crying, ballin' like I'm in a tournament

Sometimes I feel like going back to drugs and tryna score again

She say I ain't shit, that's a good argument

Sometimes I just wonder if I would make a good ornament

Would my body look pretty? Hanging in front of the city

Instead you, wish it was me who went out like Whitney

Feel like I'ma die alone with nobody to witness

Didn't get no gifts under the tree this year for Christmas

When they ask I tell them that I don't want nothing when I do

I put my feelings in my songs cause I hate to tell the truth

Sticking to myself cause I feel awkward in a group

Wish I could read minds, I don't know how to read the room

Told me that you loved me and I thought that it was true

Didn't think I'd live to twenty-two, now I'm turning twenty-four

Nothing else to do to, I just be working twenty-four

And if my life's a movie, it's a motherfucking horror

Bitch

Nothing to do

Sitting all alone in my room

Alone in the dark and I'm thinking 'bout you

I got a hole in my heart, I got a hold on you

Nothing to do

Sitting all alone in my room

Alone in the dark and I'm thinking 'bout you

I got a hole in my heart, I got a hold on you

Nothing to do

Sitting all alone in my room

Alone in the dark and I'm thinking 'bout you

I got a hole in my heart, I got a hold on you