Losin Control, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Losin Control, Pt. 2 - Russ

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I do (I do)

Just come back to me

Just run back to me

Let's love actually, I'm unraveling

I feel like I might fucking die (die)

You make me feel alive

I know we have problems (we do)

But who doesn't have them, too? (Too)

So I'd rather have them with you (with you, with you, with you)

I feel like I might fucking die (die)

You make me feel alive

It's been a couple years since you fucked this all the way up (way up)

That's what you be sayin' to me

Yeah, I don't give a fuck, I'm drunk (I'm drunk)

Off a new girl, but you pop up time to time (time)

And rewind my mind, yeah, yeah

Can you tell that I'm conflicted? ('flicted)

Can you tell that I'm addicted?

Home is where the heart is, can you tell that I'm evicted?

Drivin' in a Porsche to the next town over

Faded last time, let's do the next round sober

29 now, I was 22 back then

Everything changed when the money grew back then

Five, seven, five, life fast like a haiku

You visitin' my past more than I do (damn)

Just come back to me

Just run back to me

Let's love actually, I'm unraveling

I feel like I might fucking die (die)

You make me feel alive

I know we have problems (we do)

But who doesn't have them, too? (Too)

So I'd rather have them with you (with you, with you, with you)

I feel like I might fucking die (die)

You make me feel alive

Can't go back to you

I know it's sad, it's true

Can't hold you in my arms, I'll hold you in my heart

I'm here to let you know I need to let you go

That's not my life no more

This isn't right no more, no more

I knew you for a while, so it's hard to just cut you off (you off)

But I gotta do what's right, it ain't fair to the girl I got (I got)

So I walk out the door while the tears walk down your face (face)

As you cry out to me

Just come back to me

Just run back to me

Let's love actually, I'm unraveling

I feel like I might fucking die (die)

You make me feel alive

I know we have problems (we do)

But who doesn't have them, too? (Too)

So I'd rather have them with you (with you, with you, with you)

I feel like I might fucking die (die)

You make me feel alive

Whoa, I'm leaving

Pack up my clothes this evening

Take those back roads, I'm speedin'

Back home, it's open season

Guess I gotta make a new home

Guess I gotta stop lookin' back and move on

So I need you to let me walk right out of this door for good