Limousine (Live from Summer League Prom '23) Lyrics

You could've been a part of me

This could've been a start for me

That's why it breaks a heart to see

That you are apart from me

If you hear me on the radio

Will I still be someone you used to know

Will you be thinking what this love could mean

All the secrets we'd keep

In the shade of our limousine

I'll admit that this was all my fault

I wanted more than what you were

But remember what we felt at the start

And you would think that this would last forever

It ended in an instant

But the pain it left was constant

And when you felt so distant

I knew you were up to something

I was hearing wedding bells chiming in a deep sleep

You were busy saving up marching to your own beat

Your and my initials traced atop the sand

Called back to the ocean by a wave of your demand

How can we go from being our entire world

Down to a level where I say your name it hurts

I should've never put my trust in a lifeless shell

You could've been a part of me

This could've been a start for me

That's why it breaks a heart to see

That you are apart from me

If you hear me on the radio

Will I still be someone you used to know

Will you be thinking what this love could mean

All the secrets we'd keep

In the shade of our limousine

Kick it

You've become my meds, got me tweakin like an addict

I need you to sleep like you needed your static

And since you yanked the rug from me, life's been pretty tough

Now you think that you can run from me

Let me call your bluff

If I'm a piece that's missing, you'd replace me without thinking

Keep your distance no assistance you'd sit back and watch me sinking

I would beg for your forgiveness if I knew that it would change you

But I never did you dirty, I never stood to play you

Taking pictures of your body

Careless, your so naughty

While a posey calls you shawty

Acting like you never saw me

Sipping so much coffee

That you forgot to call me

To at least admit you're sorry 'cause

You promised that you got me

You climbed the latter, up to batter but you'll swing and miss it

Your life will shatter, it won't matter

I'm not there to fix it

I'm sorry lover, I hate to say I tried to warn ya

So good luck picking up the pieces out in California