Lyrics:
Taking Back Sunday One Way Conversation

day To find his way out of here (cant figure out) (cant figure out) No one cares about his stories they call them lies Dreams he'll find his way

of day To find his way out of here (cant figure out) (cant figure out) No one cares about his stories they call them lies Dreams he'll find his way

of day To find his way out of here (cant figure out) (cant figure out) No one cares about his stories they call them lies Dreams he'll find his way

mattress like yo With minimal conversation, no time wasting Only hard penetration, getting shiners on recliners Cumming in your faces, stop, get on top I take

one day) 'member the rest of your marriage, we used to get in the back (? ) Or when you put me in the wagon to the laundromat Way back when I was the

Yellow Whip Yellow Gun Yellow Clip Fruity Gat Shoot It Back Crome Band Bitch Niggas What You Doing With That Take 'em Back Make 'em Pop A Bunch

the stars when we're tippin' back a bottle Only see the stars when we're tippin' back a bottle He only sees the stars when he's tippin' back a bottle

the stars when we're tippin' back a bottle Only see the stars when we're tippin' back a bottle He only sees the stars when he's tippin' back a bottle

the stars when we're tippin' back a bottle Only see the stars when we're tippin' back a bottle He only sees the stars when he's tippin' back a bottle