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Clipped

Album: Freelance: Charlie Durasi: 3:03

Honest

Falling

I been

Calling

Honest

Honest

Honest

Falling

I been

Calling

Honest

Honest

Yeah

Lost touch

Never lost a step but I fucked up

You ain’t losing breath

Uh

Lost touch

Never lost a step but I fucked up

You ain’t losing breath

Uh

(We’re sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected)

I’m willing to clip my wings so that I could walk with you

I know you let it ring when I’m tryna talk with you

I just want yo attention

Maybe we could hash some things out, I know of some things we could mention

Know It’s been longer than my wingspan

What’s the point of this distance?

What’s the point if the only point that I’m missing is you?

Hoping the words that I appoint could further point to the truth

What if we talk withdrawals?

No, that ain’t my place

Would a phone call resolve?

No, that ain’t my place

Does he do it like me? Nah?

Wait, that ain’t my place

What if she picked up?

Aw, Fuck am I gone say?

Putting pen to a page makes it easy to ventilate

What more could I annotate with these words that I illustrate?

Jumped the curb, but I’m nervous

Jumbling words speaking cursive

Stumbling

Cause If this even worth it

I’ll chirp for your dissertation

Lost touch (Honest)

Never lost a step (Falling) but I fucked up (I been)

You ain’t losing breath (Calling)

Lost touch (Honest)

Never lost a step (Honest) but I fucked up

You ain’t losing breath

[Even with his wings clipped, he is quite the talented flyer]

I’m willing to clip my wings to start my car and come over

I know you let it ring when we both could use closure

Close to giving up way too many times

I was petrified

Had got over IT like pennywise

I found out some things when we lost touch

I learned I felt pain before I knew I felt love

I learned I need to change if I wanna develop:

More trust, Less hurt, More habits to disrupt

I don’t trust many, my mother could lie to me

I’m a lot less friendly [Redacted] did that to me

Never got my hopes up, man poppa was no clutch

If I manage to slow up, could we make it a gold rush?

At one point it was be mines between times

In the meantime, it would be wise to refine

My approach; I know I’m sounding nervous

Haven’t been bound to perfect

But if it’s even worth it

I’m hoping that you could hear me chirping

Honest

Falling

I been

Calling

Honest

Honest (Freelance)

Honest

Falling

I been

Calling

Honest

Honest

Yeah

Lost touch

Never lost a step but I fucked up

You ain’t losing breath

Uh

Lost touch

Never lost a step but I fucked up

You ain’t losing breath

Uh

(We’re sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service)