Going cold by Queue SLMPD Lyrics
Girl how I love you I can’t feel myself
This day I’ll wake up and choose someone else
Girl how I love you I can’t feel myself
This day I’ll wake up and choose someone else
Girl how I love you I can’t feel myself
This day I’ll wake up and choose someone else
Girl how I love you I can’t feel myself
This day I’ll wake up and choose someone else
And my life going cold
Seems like all the good friends gone
Falling off so much that it’s like a damn cliff but a cliff would’ve been better than this fuckin home
Man I miss myself never wanna kiss myself a good night
I’ve been tryna fit in but that right
Anytime I do my feelings pick a fight with my soul
Man I hate the world
Typical of me to put the blame on something other than me but I guess that just me
I’ve been running low on oxygen my legs feel weak yuh
Beaker bong full of the weed it’s gonna get me through the motha fucking week yuh
Girl how I love you I can’t feel myself
This day I’ll wake up and choose someone else
Girl how I love you I can’t feel myself
This day I’ll we up and choose someone else
Take a hit take a sip take a hint
She don’t love you no more you should just call it quits
And my life goin cold no mother fucking blitz
I can feel my life sipping through the tints yuh
This day I’ll wake up and choose someone else
Girl how I love you I can’t feel myself
This day I’ll wake up and choose someone else
Girl how I love you I can’t feel myself
This day I’ll wake up and choose someone else
Girl how I love you I can’t feel myself
This day I’ll wake up and choose someone else
And my life going cold
Seems like all the good friends gone
Falling off so much that it’s like a damn cliff but a cliff would’ve been better than this fuckin home
Man I miss myself never wanna kiss myself a good night
I’ve been tryna fit in but that right
Anytime I do my feelings pick a fight with my soul
Man I hate the world
Typical of me to put the blame on something other than me but I guess that just me
I’ve been running low on oxygen my legs feel weak yuh
Beaker bong full of the weed it’s gonna get me through the motha fucking week yuh
Girl how I love you I can’t feel myself
This day I’ll wake up and choose someone else
Girl how I love you I can’t feel myself
This day I’ll we up and choose someone else
Take a hit take a sip take a hint
She don’t love you no more you should just call it quits
And my life goin cold no mother fucking blitz
I can feel my life sipping through the tints yuh