
tell me, love ft. akhil ibra Lyrics
- Genre:Pop
- Year of Release:2025
Lyrics
I tell you we'll be fine
You sell what's on your mind
I gave you my best read
But I can't tell that shit, my love
Not everything's a sign
I can't leave, you can't decide
You're chasing something
I can't help you 'til you tell me, love
When I go, you'll find out (you'll find out)
If I go, you'll find out (if I go, oh no)
Two drinks 'til you're blue
You've got three calls, me to you
For your tongue's not tying up the truth
I ain't been tying up my shoes, my girl, my girl
Focus, how many nth times will we be broken?
If I left you right now, would you notice?
My love, make up your mind
I could give you time, but it's only getting wasted
I could give you time, but you're only gonna waste it
I could give you time, give you time
Let me know (would you let me know)
Cause I've been feeling some sort (I've been feeling)
My fingernails cut down short, my love
Thinkin' 'bout your buck blue jorts, my love, my love
Can't tell you we'll be fine
In any way that's kind
I tried my best to breathe, but now there's water in my lungs
It's time to read the signs
You can't lose if you don't cry
I'm comfort, baby, I can't help you let go of my love
When I go, you'll find out (you're not listening)
If I go, you'll find out (you've been giving in)
Your favorite way to hold me down is with a pillow to my head
If I could have it my way
I don't think that we should talk, my friend
Cause I found out you were needing
Something else, some kind of treason
It's a code blue, it's open lesions
And you smile now, and you're preaching
And I'm lying down, defeated
And I'm broken
Let me know (let me know)
Cause I've been feeling some sort
My fingernails cut down short, my love
Thinkin' 'bout your buck blue jorts, my love, my love
(Like the jorts with the pockets)