Walk away
Turn your back
Don't talk anymore
Hold my hand
Kiss your cheek
What are you waiting for
You told me you love me
But you don't mean it anymore
I've got blood on my jeans cant wear them anymore
Walk away
Turn your back
Don't talk anymore
Hold my hand
Kiss your cheek
What are you waiting for
You told me you love me
But you don't mean it anymore
I've got blood on my jeans cant wear them anymore
I've got blood on my jeans so now they're no good
Ill bite your bitches neck so call me yung blood
I want a bright red grill the VVS cut
My baby's on Facetime showing me no love
I'm doing, 90 as the sunsets
I'm going, somewhere i'm not depressed
I'm slowing, not until i get there
I'm runnin, the police trying their best
F*ck the 5-0, its either ride of die
I'm flying high hoe, i wanna reach the sky
They ask me why though, i wanna f*cking die
Its suicide bro, baby come lets try
Walk away
Turn your back
Don't talk anymore
Hold my hand
Kiss your cheek
What are you waiting for
You told me you love me
But you don't mean it anymore
I've got blood on my jeans cant wear them anymore
Walk away
Turn your back
Don't talk anymore
Hold my hand
Kiss your cheek
What are you waiting for
You told me you love me
But you don't mean it anymore
I've got blood on my jeans cant wear them anymore
I've got blood on my jeans so now they're no good
Ill bite your bitches neck so call me yung blood
I want a bright red grill the VVS cut
My baby's on Facetime showing me no love
Crumble - Ruined Jeans Lyrics
Crumble - Ruined Jeans Lyrics
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Walk away
Turn your back
Don't talk anymore
Hold my hand
Kiss your cheek
What are you waiting for
You told me you love me
But you don't mean it anymore
I've got blood on my jeans cant wear them anymore
Walk away
Turn your back
Don't talk anymore
Hold my hand
Kiss your cheek
What are you waiting for
You told me you love me
But you don't mean it anymore
I've got blood on my jeans cant wear them anymore
I've got blood on my jeans so now they're no good
Ill bite your bitches neck so call me yung blood
I want a bright red grill the VVS cut
My baby's on Facetime showing me no love
I'm doing, 90 as the sunsets
I'm going, somewhere i'm not depressed
I'm slowing, not until i get there
I'm runnin, the police trying their best
F*ck the 5-0, its either ride of die
I'm flying high hoe, i wanna reach the sky
They ask me why though, i wanna f*cking die
Its suicide bro, baby come lets try
Walk away
Turn your back
Don't talk anymore
Hold my hand
Kiss your cheek
What are you waiting for
You told me you love me
But you don't mean it anymore
I've got blood on my jeans cant wear them anymore
Walk away
Turn your back
Don't talk anymore
Hold my hand
Kiss your cheek
What are you waiting for
You told me you love me
But you don't mean it anymore
I've got blood on my jeans cant wear them anymore
I've got blood on my jeans so now they're no good
Ill bite your bitches neck so call me yung blood
I want a bright red grill the VVS cut
My baby's on Facetime showing me no love
Turn your back
Don't talk anymore
Hold my hand
Kiss your cheek
What are you waiting for
You told me you love me
But you don't mean it anymore
I've got blood on my jeans cant wear them anymore
Walk away
Turn your back
Don't talk anymore
Hold my hand
Kiss your cheek
What are you waiting for
You told me you love me
But you don't mean it anymore
I've got blood on my jeans cant wear them anymore
I've got blood on my jeans so now they're no good
Ill bite your bitches neck so call me yung blood
I want a bright red grill the VVS cut
My baby's on Facetime showing me no love
I'm doing, 90 as the sunsets
I'm going, somewhere i'm not depressed
I'm slowing, not until i get there
I'm runnin, the police trying their best
F*ck the 5-0, its either ride of die
I'm flying high hoe, i wanna reach the sky
They ask me why though, i wanna f*cking die
Its suicide bro, baby come lets try
Walk away
Turn your back
Don't talk anymore
Hold my hand
Kiss your cheek
What are you waiting for
You told me you love me
But you don't mean it anymore
I've got blood on my jeans cant wear them anymore
Walk away
Turn your back
Don't talk anymore
Hold my hand
Kiss your cheek
What are you waiting for
You told me you love me
But you don't mean it anymore
I've got blood on my jeans cant wear them anymore
I've got blood on my jeans so now they're no good
Ill bite your bitches neck so call me yung blood
I want a bright red grill the VVS cut
My baby's on Facetime showing me no love
Writer: Miles Heywood
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid