Washed ft. Reggie Sinatra Lyrics

I don't write my sins down

Just the things

She'll never hear

Tell me that you loved me

But you never really

Tryna pick the truth up

From the little things we fear

Obstacles to many

When they're never really there

Flower petals left them all in February damn

Now my rose got my branches

When we hang it's like a noose

Tell my self

That I don't really need love

If we wanted that could be us

Riding waves like Imma sea ya later

Cause I'm washed

Aye

Washed aye

Washed up photoshop fame

Celeb

You the reason that I'm

Skipping church on Sundays

And dam

Don't portray just how mind state

Pursues you like a loss

Racing for you till my mind break

Imma hit you up until your evening

Feel like bright days

It always throws me off

When you listen to music I make

You're my high place

You look down on me

So I fade

Come to my place

But won't listen to what I say

Isn't that some shit

Give 100 while she give 3 percent

Aye

Still ain't fall in love like ever since

Dam

Looking through our texts

And our sexts

That you sent me

And my mind like my bedroom when you over

It's a mother fucking mess

Got me on 1-800

Tryna make connections

Raping to the elevator music while connecting

Hung up, wrote it down

In hopes that you would get the message

We destined

Baby you my lucky number

I don't write my sins down

Just the things

She'll never hear

Tell me that you loved me

But you never really

Tryna pick the truth up

From the little things we fear

Obstacles to many

When they're never really there

Flower petals left them all in February damn

Now my rose got my branches

When we hang it's like a noose

Tell my self

That I don't really need love

If we wanted that could be us

Riding waves like Imma sea ya later

Caused I'm washed aye

In the mirror screaming

No it's not your fault Abe

But if you gave a fuck

Shed probably still be in your arms Abe

Drive me crazy

Like it's her demons in car chase

So Imma race em

To your house

So we can talk aye

Girl talk up at my crib

Imma show you what we doing

Imma show you how I live

Cause we fucking to the carter

And I'm stroking like I'm Clarence

And your Parents keep on saying

Oh I think she's hard to manage

You Fucking with my head, oh I think we seeing stars

Cause counting all this bread and the Pokémon cards

And I guess i wanna know

Where the fuck we finna go

Beginning of shivering I'm hitting it end at the toes

Honey gotta break that

Chase her back

And I'm rolling toking good cuz I face these facts

You can call it what you want girl imma call you back

And these knives defines lies that just lie up in my back