Girls In The Suburbs Singing Smiths Songs

She don't hit me up anymore, no Things that were fun just ain't fun anymore, no Six in the morning, I know I should go home But I'm High as f*ck and the clock's screaming tick-tock Girls in the suburbs singing Smiths songs I know that it's wrong I don't know what I'm doin', but Baby one day it'll all make sense (Oh) Baby one day it'll all make sense (Oh) Baby one day it'll all make sense But I just don't know when And it feels like the end And all of my friends Said That I should get my mind off of the wrong things I should probably tear off all my heart strings You can't pull them no more (you know? ayy) No Baby one day it'll all make sense Ayy, yeah Six A.M. on Persian rugs It's just me and her on drugs We dip, we just had to swerve the clubs Paranoid, all on our own We just tryna be alone We don't ever feel alone 'Cause people always watchin', yeah Know this feels apocalyptic People, they could not predict it They just bein' optimistic, f*ck 'em (f*ck 'em) yeah Listenin' to the Pixies 'til we drunk off all this whiskey Now we lay here, and it's only you and I Where we go from here? F*ck it, life's so sinful, this what I'm into If you don't understand, maybe I'm mental I know I'm crazy, yeah, ayy You don't know what I been through That text that I sent you, might have been drunk But that message, I meant 'em Just got deleted, should have said the real shit To be continued, ayy I got a little water bottle full of whiskey Oh you lookin' pretty like a model, you should kiss me You so cool with your drugs and your ripped jeans I'm with you, but you ain't with me, no, no Baby one day it'll all make sense But I just don't know when And it feels like the end And all of my friends, said That I should get my mind off of the wrong things I should probably tear off all my heart strings You can't pull them no more