Co to the Rona - Part 1

"maybe imma miss this" by brvdy808
produced by peril!

lyrics:

i think that i fell too deep
i can't get over you ):
it's been a hell of a week
trying not to think of you
i know sometimes
i'm in the wrong
and that this feeling
won't last long
i guess you could say
i'm getting used to moving on

i wonder will you catch me
if i fall
cuz i been f**king up
i swear the heights are tall
and maybe imma  misfit
after all
maybe imma miss this
after all

they say good things
take time
why you tryna
waste mine
we keep it movin
like we got a million on our mind
good things
take time
why you tryna
waste mine
we keep it movin
like we got a million on our mind

i think that i might have
fallen too deep
i'm a lover and a fighter
somewhere in-between
i'm a son of a gun
with a heart of gold
from a place 
where it's mostly always cold
i wonder will you catch me
if i fall
cuz i been f**king up
i swear the heights are tall
and maybe imma  misfit
after all
maybe imma miss this
after all

thx 4 tuning in!

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maybe imma miss this

maybe imma miss this (prod. peril)

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