letra de reservations - sunshine christo
[intro]
souta
[verse]
they want to argue i was the one who changed
but when you look in hindsight, i’m the only one who kept it the same
it was more than a shift, it was the whole frame
don’t point the finger at me, ’cause i’m not the one to blame
now maybe if you took things seriously, you stop acting like it’s a game
i had so many reservations, but i had to contain
i didn’t know, even though the hints weren’t vague
the reality was staring you in the face
you chose to ignore it, put it all to waste
you were chasing fame and forgot about your friends
now you’re washed up with no one to depend
i can’t be fried like that, i have to do better
can’t climb with me, i cut you from the tether
b-tching like heather, keep your mouth shut
you’ll impress me when you do something with guts
cowardly behavior only solidifies my thoughts
my thoughts that you aren’t worth my time at all
sticking on the bench, i’m not passing you the ball
you got to be sick in the head to enjoy the fall
i’m pointing fingers when they aren’t my fault
we once were cliqued up, but that’s now gone
used to be on the same page, i don’t know when we got lost
[slowed]
[verse]
they want to argue i was the one who changed
but when you look in hindsight, i’m the only one who kept it the same
it was more than a shift, it was the whole frame
don’t point the finger at me, ’cause i’m not the one to blame
now maybe if you took things seriously, you stop acting like it’s a game
i had so many reservations, but i had to contain
i didn’t know, even though the hints weren’t vague
the reality was staring you in the face
you chose to ignore it, put it all to waste
you were chasing fame and forgot about your friends
now you’re washed up with no one to depend
i can’t be fried like that, i have to do better
can’t climb with me, i cut you from the tether
b-tching like heather, keep your mouth shut
you’ll impress me when you do something with guts
cowardly behavior only solidifies my thoughts
my thoughts that you aren’t worth my time at all
sticking on the bench, i’m not passing you the ball
you got to be sick in the head to enjoy the fall
i’m pointing fingers when they aren’t my fault
we once were cliqued up, but that’s now gone
used to be on the same page, i don’t know when we got lost
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