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jas the producer - benches lyrics

(verse 1: korban baxter)
i like that melody a lot
yeah, yeah
she said she tangled her hair
she said she tangled her fears
she said she had a couple ‘tanglements
but i couldn’t even care
when i woke up in the morning laying right next to her
yeah, all i did was stare, look
lost shark playing me sweet melody
sweet sympathy
sweet sympathetic waves is all it took to empty me
now i’m in the city calling out your name
traveled to the park, now i’m sitting on thе swings
(verse 2: jas the producеr)
i took a tab and now i’m pulling my guitar strings
i let my guard down baby and now my heart stings
thought i saw your body floating in the hot springs
i’m keeping 10 toes down, until my clock swings
her and all her friends are dancing on my gravestone
i’ll drive back in morning unto my grey home
i’m running out of the quarters up on this pay phone
i’m runnin outta strength, leanin on my clay bones
i love my hometown but i hate the people in it
and all these kids spreading rumors tryna beef up in it
24 karats, salad on my t++th up in it
got a knife in my back, and that’s the grief up in it

(interlude: korban baxter)
i’m staring at the bench, with our initials on it
you and your girlfriend still k!lling other memories
hair made of pumpkins, eyes made ginger leaves
this the life that i live, but honestly i couldn’t even leave

(verse 3: jas the producer)
stay around baby tell me you won’t ever leave
eyes talking, never knew your lack of empathy
push my hands through your spine, what i plan to see
fell in love and now i’m living in a fantasy
yeah, found you in the garden by the back wall
purple incandescence up on the glass ball
we been riding for miles up in this countach
i’m climbing back in the bottle and to my bath salts
like why she ringin on my pager, i know nothing would make her
he try to bag you and you know he get hit with the laser
like we been going out for weeks but it ain’t nothin’ major
she screaming out the sunroof, put my block in danger
yeah i’m on my g sh+t, but she done made me soft
tryna hear her through the wall but they be talkin’ talk
walked in on her cheatin, i thought that she was different
twin glocks in my hands, and i ain’t never missin

- jas the producer lyrics

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