Little Miami - Mixtapes

The later I stay up the more I get by

On these broken car speakers that carry me through the night

I guess when I sit and think about it

It was all a game, we played a little different but the pieces were the same

You needed me to kiss your ass and maybe some money for gas

I needed to feel like someone was there at all

Like someone was there at all

And these old habits I won’t let them stick

(I'm not coming around)

We can’t pretend it won’t come up on us quick

But here it is, crushing

These friendships

(These friendships)

Were nothing but a bunch of blown smoke

And two egos that just broke

And pictures that were already burning

And maybe

I kept you around because this city

Was too much to down alone

But now I now

It’s much better when we stop pretending

And there’s no time to sing along

Down the river, with the tracks at our back.