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Goody Grace
Goody Grace
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Brady
Dylan Brady
Songwriter
Gerald Gillum
Gerald Gillum
Songwriter
Goody Goody
Goody Goody
Songwriter

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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, uh huh
High as fuck and the clock screaming tick-tock
Girls in the suburbs singing Smiths songs
I know that it's wrong
I don't know what I'm doing
But maybe one day it'll all make sense
Oh, maybe one day it'll all make sense
Oh, maybe 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
You know, hey (No)
Maybe one day it'll all make sense
Six AM on Persian rugs
It's just me and her on drugs
We dip, we had to swerve the clubs
Paranoid all on our own
We just tryna be alone
We don't never feel alone
'Cause people always watchin', yeah
Know this feels apocalyptic
People, they could not predict it
They just bein' optimistic, fuck 'em
Yeah, listen to the Pixies 'til we drunk
Off all this whiskey, now we lay here
And it's only you and I
Where we go from here?
Fuck it, life's so simple
This why I'm into, if you don't understand
Maybe I'm mental, I know I'm crazy
Eh, you don't know what I've been through
That text that I sent you
Might've been drunk
But the message I meant to
Just got deleted
Should've said the real shit
To be continued, 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
Maybe one day it'll all make sense
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
Written by: Dylan Brady, Gerald Gillum, Goody Goody, Goody Grace

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