Girls in the Suburbs Singing Smiths Songs - Goody Grace, G-Eazy

She don’t hit me up anymore, no

Things that were fun just ain’t fun anymore, no

Six in the morning I know I should go home

But I, uh- huh

High as fuck and the clock’s screaming tick-tock

Girls in the suburbs singing Smiths songs

I know that it’s wrong

I don’t know what I’m doin, but

Baby one day it’ll all make sense

Baby one day it’ll all make sense

Baby one day it’ll all make sense

But I just don’t know when

And it feels like the end

And all of my friends

Said

That I should get my mind off of the wrong things

I should probably tear off all my heart strings

You can’t pull them no more, no

Can I pass out on your floor

Can I have a little more so I can

Hear you babble on some more about him

About him, yeah

I got a little water bottle full of whiskey

Oh you lookin pretty like a model you should kiss me

You so cool with your drugs and your ripped jeans

I’m with you, but you ain’t with me, no, no

Baby one day it’ll all make sense

But I just don’t know when

And it feels like the end

And all of my friends, said

That I should get my mind off of the wrong things

I should probably tear off all my heart strings

You can’t pull them no more