Black Chanel - Cold Hart, Yawns

Yeah

YAWNS

Cold Hart baby

Ohhh

I don’t wanna be with myself, no

Wish me well

Should tell

Yeah

I don’t wanna be with myself

I don’t wanna be with myself, no (I don’t wanna be with myself)

So call me later on, wish me well (yeah)

Cause we getting to the bread can’t you tell

So tell me what you want, black Chanel

And tell me why my dreams are haunted

Why the only girl I ever wanted

Blood red hair and a bottle

Pocket full of gas, full throttle

All my cars lined up on a pale moon

I told her ride fast cause I leave soon

I’m a pull up lost boy with my fangs out

Looking in her eyes but I want her mouth

I don’t want this solitude

I just wanna talk with you

I don’t want this solitude

I just wanna talk with you

All I want is solitude

Counting up these Big City Blues

All I want is solitude

Counting up my Big City Blues, for you

I don’t wanna be with myself, no

So call me later on, wish me well

Wish me well

I don’t wanna be with myself