The Gossips

I hear em talking, gossip, bitchin on phone Thumping, pumping, hitting the floor Sleeping unconscious and I was cold I need something special to hold Yeah It just feels different when you come around It is just not the same you feel somehow You made me love the change, it stick around Maybe you need some space, I get that now Should act up all insane with myself Party in the middle and then loose myself Got my neighbors screaming loud next door Like I'm going crazy in my head But they don't see what all these demons that are budging on I might not cry but I got so many secrets holding on There's many sides to me but you got to see only one I hear love songs that are sung my celine dion I hear em talking, gossip, on phone Thumping, pumping, hitting the floor Sleeping unconscious, I was out cold I need something special to hold Pop up the champagne every win they made Party every night and didn't stop till day Lavish lifestyle with em hoes riding the wave Money in the air, pillow fights with my bae Whenever they came all they did was sway Fuckin with everyone it's just cold in place I'm just observing from a distant space 5am in surrey I could see it in everyone's face Keep hiding away Keep hiding away Keep hiding away Keep hiding away Hiding away your feelings I hear love songs that are sung my celine dion I hear em talking, gossip, bitchin on phone Thumping and pumping, hitting the floor Sleeping unconscious, I was cold I need something special to hold