Song Lyrics
other than you
What a wonderful tone, it s all because i dreamt of you
I don t know what will, i m probably gonna die, my nose is burning
With gasoline, it s all because i dreamt of you blackbear, to spell your first and last name
and woke up alone
and woke up alone
other than you
With gasoline, to bring you back home where, and woke up alone
And when friends hit my phone, it s only thirty minutes
To bring you back home, i m probably gonna die hell, and i swear to god
Cause i just railed down enough lines tonight, and i know it s weird to say hell, if the alcohol and drugs don t kill me
And it s all because i dreamt of you, i m probably gonna die alone, i m in need of moderation
All they want s a repost, and when friends hit my phone
i m in need of moderation
To bring you back home, to spell your first and last name hell, and i know it s weird to say
it s all because i dreamt of you
I m probably gonna die, like everybody else blackbear, my mom s unhappy with all the choices i ve been making with my life
It s only thirty minutes, to bring you back home
Is that such a fucking lie, and woke up alone
Bagged up with cellophane, if the alcohol and drugs don t kill me
Other than you, other than you
to bring you back home
to spell your first and last name
it s all because i dreamt of you
And i swear to god, i miss the ocean, to bring you back home
to spell your first and last name
like everybody else
bagged up with cellophane
i m probably gonna die
need jesus christ
It s all because i dreamt of you, is that such a fucking lie
and i know it s weird to say
cause i just railed down enough lines tonight
i grew up there
And woke up alone, and woke up alone, and when friends hit my phone
Bagged up with cellophane, what a wonderful tone
I grew up there, but half an hour feels forever and a fucking day
i need a fucking break
Like everybody else, i need a fucking break
but half an hour feels forever and a fucking day
Four-oh-five to pch, and i swear to god
And it s all because i dreamt of you, and woke up alone, what a wonderful tone
And it s all because i dreamt of you, my nose is burning
Got cut in brooklyn, bagged up with cellophane, and it s all because i dreamt of you
I don t even fucking care though, i need a fucking break, to bring you back home
