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PRIME Video (MV)




Performed By: Álec
Length: 2:14
Written by: Alexander Hemstead




Álec - PRIME Lyrics




Phone vibrates hope not another dead
Friends dropping like flies shit f*cks with my head
Before they hit their prime no luck on their side
Hope I don't disrespect this is just how I get by
Physically I can't express myself
Words hard to come by gotta guess myself
GUESS brand on the tee had to flex as well
See can't keep talking bout this shit as well, um

Nearly 22 still can't grow a full beard
Dress different so I stand out looking so clear
Unlike my face still sprouting don't f*ck with my ears
Cause shits flatter than skinny bitches looking like deer's
See them in my headlights cause I'm always after lust
If a lock a girl down everyday is a must
But I need my own time cause I'm a picky eater
When it comes too you feeling panned like my name is Peter
Hook got nothing on me I'm the captain
Voiding icebergs can't you see there's a pattern
Read it in your eyes deep in great fashion
Round of applause for you girl and your acting
I swear I'm one of those good guys who does overtime
To buy you something special like a sundress in summertime
But if you cross me try to forget where you came from
I'll drop you back into the pit a used condom

My brain decided to give me another give gift
One I won't hate like the anxiety I live with
Saw my friends in my dreams that I spoke about
Lost them too early shit what the f*ck's that all about
It was like nothing changed we had a good time
Talking bout when, when we hit our prime
Woke up realised that shit ain't f*cking real
Tears in my eyes just wish I could heal
Myself, everyone affected
Haven't seen the parents cause I'm affected
I'm scared we hadn't spoke in time
What if I coulda changed what happened and they wouldn't die?
I know it's unfair to put myself in that position
But I'll keep talking about that shit if you listen
Like therapy, talking too myself
Makes me feel better the f*ck's my mental health
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Phone vibrates hope not another dead
Friends dropping like flies shit f*cks with my head
Before they hit their prime no luck on their side
Hope I don't disrespect this is just how I get by
Physically I can't express myself
Words hard to come by gotta guess myself
GUESS brand on the tee had to flex as well
See can't keep talking bout this shit as well, um

Nearly 22 still can't grow a full beard
Dress different so I stand out looking so clear
Unlike my face still sprouting don't f*ck with my ears
Cause shits flatter than skinny bitches looking like deer's
See them in my headlights cause I'm always after lust
If a lock a girl down everyday is a must
But I need my own time cause I'm a picky eater
When it comes too you feeling panned like my name is Peter
Hook got nothing on me I'm the captain
Voiding icebergs can't you see there's a pattern
Read it in your eyes deep in great fashion
Round of applause for you girl and your acting
I swear I'm one of those good guys who does overtime
To buy you something special like a sundress in summertime
But if you cross me try to forget where you came from
I'll drop you back into the pit a used condom

My brain decided to give me another give gift
One I won't hate like the anxiety I live with
Saw my friends in my dreams that I spoke about
Lost them too early shit what the f*ck's that all about
It was like nothing changed we had a good time
Talking bout when, when we hit our prime
Woke up realised that shit ain't f*cking real
Tears in my eyes just wish I could heal
Myself, everyone affected
Haven't seen the parents cause I'm affected
I'm scared we hadn't spoke in time
What if I coulda changed what happened and they wouldn't die?
I know it's unfair to put myself in that position
But I'll keep talking about that shit if you listen
Like therapy, talking too myself
Makes me feel better the f*ck's my mental health
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Writer: Alexander Hemstead
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