clementine

By notahero (USA)

Released on September 6, 2024

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[Verse 1: notahero]

With those beautiful eyes I'm wondering how you see

With that shit you said on Sunday wondering how you sleep

And the more I smoke I feel this Kush push me in my seat

And the longer that we fight I feel the less we agree on

And you think that I'm a star

I got my hands in my pockets

You got your hands in your hair

You know there's no way you can stop this

I'm not really there, can't tell if I'm even talking

But I really care, it's been that way since I started


[Chorus: notahero]

And you're so pretty if only you knew that

Felt my heart grow in size

And then it split right in two halves

You pulled me back together, baby, how'd you do that?

You're my love and everybody knows

It's my fault, but who's that on your phone?

You lay your head on my jacket, now makeups on my coat

Give a monologue, but it's slurred words

Like I'm speaking in a code

I hit the road, anything she say goes

She say she worry 'bout me, think I'll comatose

It's all in moderation, baby, plus I'm a pro

Hope you don't fly away from me 'cause I hate the crows

I hate how it goes


[Verse 2: kiddamo]

I hate when you look away

Open up those sunny eyes when the skies are gray

Get so lost when I take walks in your iris maze

Just don't forget my microphone when you throw me away

There's so many roads, and where they go, I don't know

I hope you dig a little hole for me inside of your soul

Cupids nice with a bow, he hit my heart with arrows

And they all point right to you, they point right to you


[Chorus: notahero]

And you're so pretty if only you knew that

Felt my heart grow in size

And then it split right in two halves

You pulled me back together, baby, how'd you do that?

You're my love and everybody knows

It's my fault, but who's that on your phone?

You lay your head on my jacket, now makeups on my coat

Give a monologue, but it's slurred words

Like I'm speaking in a code

I hit the road, anything she say goes

And she say she worry 'bout me, think I'll comatose

It's all in moderation, baby, plus I'm a pro

Hope you don't fly away from me 'cause I hate the crows

I hate how it goes