Lonely Guest Lyrics

Girl you're looking sweeter than a honeycomb

Shoot me a text when you're coming home

Let's see who's next, God they're blowing up my phone

All of sudden, it's quiet now it's going ghost

Prost, eye contact

Throwing down shots we don't get this time back

I'm a live act, she doesn't fuck with artist

I'm no Picasso but my pictures go the hardest

I'm on my bard shit, singing to the crown

I see her as the queen so I hope she sticks around

But she left me at the lost and found, now I'm lonely

I took her to the dog pound, but she's a pony

I saddled up my sensitive side, I wouldn't lie

I packed up my bags dap the pilot before I fly

I find myself in a distant land far away

No matter where I go loves a complicated place

I'm bringing sexy back Justin Timberlake

They love my mustache sitting on my face

Do a double take, wait, I'm a whole snack filling up a plate

I'm all bones but I make up for my lack of cake

I'm from the states, no I don't have a gun

But I've got my holster strapped with this coke and rum

I'm on the guest list, that's why I got this fresh fit

I want to catch your eyes and find your red lips

Blood running down my chin, I'm fresh shaved

I pray to god that tonight I don't get played

We hit the rave, glitter on my shoes

Molly on my mind and I'm not talking about you

I'm in Europe now, where the names sound sweet

Maria, Charlotte, Gabriella Genevieve

Romance drips, all around these streets

So how the fuck am I still this lonely