Cycles

Way too young to be feeling this old

Way too dumb to be claiming we grown

We know

The cycle

Round and round we go

Way too drunk to be tryna drive home

Don't wait up I will be there in the mornin

You know

How I go

Always on ya own

This was not the deal

We were chasing thrills

Now we wastin meals

Tryna chase the chill

Butterflies

What happened to the butterflies

Call me when you need me

Call me when you want me

May not be there right away

But never leave you lonely

I won't leave you thirsty

I won't leave you hungry

Baby I am sorry

Way too young to be feeling this old

Way too dumb to be claiming we grown

We know

The cycle

Round and round we go

Way too drunk to be tryna drive home

Don't wait up I will be there in the mornin

You know

How I go

Always on ya own