BLONDE10 ft. Hotel Shmotel Lyrics

A trip I'd go alone

Might not pick up the phone

I'm on the third floor, babe

I'm on the way home

Can hardly feel my bones

I left em at the door, babe

I fell asleep again

It's almost 3am

Can I just dream at your place

For now

Evaporate in my space

I'll take you out when I wake

Unpack your fumes if you want

You want another one

Same shit all day

Packed like Friday

Smoke on the highway

I'm almost home

She looks my way

Blonde, my night shift

Do slap my wrist

Cause she's coming home

Hey

You set the fire

We'll make it dire

Yeah, just you wait

I saw your face right on the corner yesterday

You got off work and

Now you're lurkin'

Through the pages of a book that you don't understand

Said it's about that time

Get my beretta

Love, I swear that I won't forget

About you

Forget about whom

I won't take a bit unless we're together

I been up all night

Dread all the pressure

Oh my

Oh fuck

I'm late

Did I mention that you're kind of pretty

Same shit all day

Packed like Friday

Smoke on the highway

I'm almost home

She looks my way

Blonde, my night shift

Do slap my wrist

Cause she's coming home

Burned by the headlights

I forgot the closed sign

Cold turning me bitter

I don't want to go

Hurts like the last time

I'm giving her my mind

Still holding the trigger

She won't let it go

Hurry up, it's getting late

I thought you'd like the centerpiece

I'm handing you the golden key

Watch while I throw

All of the possibilities

Are begging like we're meant to be

I'm asking her to stay with me

Now she doesn't know

Same shit all day

Packed like Friday

Smoke on the highway

I'm almost home

She looks my way

Blonde, my night shift

Do slap my wrist

Cause she doesn't know