OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

I Collect Records (To Cope With My Crippling Mental Illness)
Watch I Collect Records (To Cope With My Crippling Mental Illness) on YouTube

Featured In

Listen to V3rm0nt by Milk St.
ALBUMV3rm0ntMilk St.

Top Songs By Milk St.

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonah "Trash Can" Wakefield
Jonah "Trash Can" Wakefield
Songwriter
Gabe "The Babe" Chambers
Gabe "The Babe" Chambers
Songwriter
Harry "NoStyle" Burns
Harry "NoStyle" Burns
Songwriter

Lyrics

I was walkin' down Bosworth Street
Sayin' Hi to all the little guys I'd meet
All the things I claimed to know
Are all old and overgrown
There is nothing
Left for me
Don't say I Love Ya'
Just tell me you Love Me
Don't say I Love Ya'
Just tell me you Love Me
Don't say I Love Ya'
Just tell me you Love Me
Just tell me you Love Me
All these little careless victories
So small but so important to me
I miss what I thought I had
With my Mom and Dad
Where's my sitcom family
Don't say I Love Ya'
Just tell me you Love Me
Don't say I Love Ya'
Just tell me you Love Me
Don't say I Love Ya'
Just tell me you Love Me
Just tell me you Love Me
In the Mornin'
I miss dancing
to all the records that you would spin
You were no DJ
But sure knew how to
Keep a beat and make it skip
Not so musically inclined
But God Damn you could really sing
12 Years Old
In the Kitchen
With you teaching me how to sin
In the Mornin'
I miss dancing
to all the records that you would spin
You were no DJ
But sure knew how to
Keep a beat and make it skip
Not so musically inclined
But God Damn you could really sing
12 Years Old
In the Kitchen
With you teaching me how to sin
With you teaching me how to sin
With you teaching me how to sin
With you teaching me how to sin
Written by: Gabe "The Babe" Chambers, Harry "NoStyle" Burns, Jonah "Trash Can" Wakefield

Shazam Footer

Select language:

Company

Legal

Google Play Store
Apple App Store
Chrome Web Store
Galaxy Store

Follow Us

© Copyright 2025 Apple Inc. and its affiliates | Supplier Responsibility
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out