Hustling through life, 21, it's a hard phase Don't know if I live or die trying to make it Flash right through my mind, is that right? I can't process anything at all
Front seat of your car With my head on your shoulders Now it's just the memory of some dick I dated two years ago, seems so long ago He probably moved on by now
Hustling through life, trying to Hustling through life, trying to Hustling through life If trying to make it Husting through life, trying to Hustling through life, trying to Husting through life, trying to Trying, trying, trying, trying
All my cousins are now graduating Family dinner's always complicated All me how's the city and if the music is going anywhere
Hustling through fo 21, it's a hard phase Don't know if live or die trying to make it Flash right through my mind, is that right? I can't process anything at all
Front seat of your car, with my head on your shoulders Now it's just the memory of some dick I datеd two yeu seems so long ago He probably moved on by now Hеy, could we do that again? I know we haven't met but I don't wanna be an ant you know? (Foreign love, forever foreign love) I mean, it's like we go through Me with our arternas bouncing of one another continuously On ant autopilot with nothing really human required of us (Foreign love, forever foreign love)
Stop, go, walk here, drive All action basically for survival Than it's the we have met
Compositor: Gabriela Macarini Brito Ferreira ECAD: Obra #41969435