my life is like a movie (prod. ☆ ultraviolet ☆)

Capo

Ayyy, yeaaah

I love it when you call me Mr. Brightside

Designer shawty staring at me in the moonlight

Yeah, CBX make my wrist cry

Yeah, I love it when you talk to me in real life

And it was awkward on the drive home

But you still text me on your cellphone when you got home

Yeah, why the **** you playin' games, hoe?

You got me thinking 'bout the days when we were so close

And I don't wanna die but I will if I have to

I miss you everyday, can you just say that you'll be back soon?

You found me passed out on the floor of the bathroom

Drugs are not cool, don't start if you don't have to

And I don't wanna die but I will if I have to

I miss you everyday, can you just say that you'll be back soon?

You found me passed out on the floor of the bathroom

Drugs are not cool, don't start if you don't have to

If you wanna be my bae, I just hope you ****ing feel me

This shit is not a game but my life is like a movie

Yeah, bitch, you're so perfect but you really ****ing hurt me

I'll never forget about the words you said to me

Nooo

You hurt meeee, yeaaah, woah

I just wanna know if we can kick it at the hotel

I remember nights when we would party at the motel

Now I'm popping percs and I'm smoking gelato

I just wanna cash out and rent out the top floor

She just wanna do blow and get drunk at the casino

So far away but it feels like you're so close

Yeah, you're so far away but it feels like... yeah

And we were smoking thrax in your parents' room

And we were off the percs in the Benz coupe

I miss you every night when I text you

And every time that you're sad, I wanna cry too

And I don't wanna die but I will if I have to

I miss you everyday, can you just say that you'll be back soon?

You found me passed out on the floor of the bathroom

Drugs are not cool, don't start if you don't have to

Yeaaah, and we were smoking thrax in your parents' room

And we were off the percs in the Benz coupe

I miss you every night when I text you

And every time that you're sad, I wanna cry too

And we were smoking thrax in your parents' room

And we were off the percs in the Benz coupe

I miss you every night when I text you

And every time that you're sad, I wanna cry