miss u

A moment of silence

We could fly out the country, live on a yacht somewhere, not care about timing

Aye, yo

We could fly out the country, live on a yacht somewhere, not care about timing

Can't lie, I miss you, girl, but I know that I gotta stick to the grindin'

I wonder at night, I think of your aura stuck in the past

I can't keep up with the passing time, I wanna fly to somewhere afar

I miss that jumpy feelin' when we were meetin

Right now, I stick to myself, I wanna make love, not do this thing called jeetin'

I stick to me, I stay in my trackie, I'm rarely in jeans