Pink Hearts ft. Young Shy Lyrics

'Cause nights like these don't come too often

Wipe the tears off your face 'cause I don't want a problem

Red bites on my neck when I'm laying in a coffin

Pink hearts pop up when that shawty keep calling

She whipping the Beemer at 2am, now shawty fucked up

Grabbing the liquor, champagne, I'm boutta' pour my cup up

I realize that I'm needing more of your love

Starry nights on the roof we doing good drugs

Had to, run it back boo, hop in the back too

Bad news, shawty bad news, I can't get past you

Broken, shawty broken, I never asked you

Noticed, I think I noticed that she's attached to me

Shawty mix the beans and took a line like three times

Then we jumped right in the Jag but I just hope she realize

Nothing like these passing days, I see the pain inside your eyes

I just pop two, then it's over with, I'll see your other side

'Cause nights like these don't come too often

Wipe the tears off your face 'cause I don't want a problem

Red bites on my neck when I'm laying in a coffin

Pink hearts pop up when that shawty keep calling

She whipping the Beemer at 2am, now shawty fucked up

Grabbing the liquor, champagne, I'm boutta' pour my cup up

I realize that I'm needing more of your love

Starry nights on the roof we doing good drugs

Hop in the Uber truck, remember shit was so less complicated

Batter up, any pills you buy I'm 'finna take it

Alcoholic joy riding, who the fuck we racing?

Baddies break my heart stick to myself so I don't face it

On my twenty-second coca line, shawty still on number one

Bet she keep a couple hundred 'pillies when she having fun

Over using 'scripts and taking xannys it ain't bad enough

Sad it's really over but I guess you still my number one

'Cause nights like these don't come too often

Wipe the tears off your face 'cause I don't want a problem

Red bites on my neck when I'm laying in a coffin

Pink hearts pop up when that shawty keep calling

She whipping the Beemer at 2am, now shawty fucked up

Grabbing the liquor, champagne, I'm boutta' pour my cup up

I realize that I'm needing more of your love

Starry nights on the roof we doing good drugs