J Church - 210 lyrics

rate me

Look at you, you're perfect, Hoodie hanging just right, Tattooed arm, cigarettes, Unaware of your might Yeah, sure, your pants are baggy, And your mesmer-eyes are blue, And you leave me feeling hollow, As she makes plans with you What do I have to offer? Suicides and unhappy times, Compared to your youthful wonder, I'm just four tracks and shitty rhymes