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letra de covid conversations - byron bank

[intro]
covid conversations you know
i need a crown and a coke
kinda down like

[verse]
it’s 9pm, where’s my glass, i need a drink
a moment of silence, the vibe is k!lled every week
wake me up when it’s over, i hope it’s all just a dream
tryna to keep it together, it’s getting hard to achieve
the energy ain’t the same, just know i’m bored as h-ll
how my heaven turn h-ll, get me out of this jail
it’s an argument every night, so wrong it’s never right
day number six, thе worst time of my life
i’m just playing, i’m just saying, i’m lying, you know it’s truth
everyday i’m falling for you likе bishop did in juice
dora the explorer telling me to stay in
but it’s time i pull out, imma let that sink in
first day was way better, the second day was so close
we were jamming and drinking, and laughed at corny ass jokes
sh-t ain’t been the same, we use to be super close
now i wish you’ll go home, but sh-t i’ll f-ck you some mo
[chorus]
another day in quarantine, it’s a hit or a miss
signing in to tik-tok doing ignorant sh-t
somebody please come save me, i’m so sick of this
quit using all the toilet paper, now we out of this sh-t
on the couch we netflix, the only chill for the moment
then it’s to another room but f-ck i left the door open
every time we talk you always fussing and p-ssed
but love the covid conversations and the ending of it

[verse]
despite the fact the circumstances are unusual
yeah you over react but then that’s typical
i took this time and found out, a lot i didn’t know
you just a whole bunch of drama, more than a tv show
see all this extra-ness just gotta stop
day number nine, another flip flop
if opportunity just never existed
for all these moments in time, this sh-t i’ll never forget
i hope it’s sooner than later, that booty clouded my mind
just played the cards i was dealt, the head is one of a kind
way it played out, i be wrong to remise
we called it heads or tails, and switched it up a little bit
you know it’s day number ten, we’re arguing again
waking up and still not talking on eleven depends
but it all came together, way before the day ends
now it’s day number twelve, we’re back to f-cking again
[chorus]
another day in quarantine, it’s a hit or a miss
signing in to tik-tok doing ignorant sh-t
somebody please come save me, i’m so sick of this
quit using all the toilet paper, now we out of this sh-t
on the couch we netflix, the only chill for the moment
then it’s to another room but f-ck i left the door open
every time we talk you always fussing and p-ssed
but love the covid conversations and the ending of it

- byron bank

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