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brakence - rosier (instrumental)

it's made with an AI , it sounds mushy but its good enough lyrics: [Chorus] Now there's too many people that I have done wrong And that I owe my thanks to for sticking along with me Along with me (One, two, three, and) [Verse 1] Think I'm dreaming This isn't real 'Cause you leave in a month And I'm fiending for something to feel When you hold me Know you know me down to my core This is the calm before the storm You diverted attention away when I mentioned That someone else gon' need you more [Chorus] Now there's too many people that I have done wrong And that I owe my thanks to for sticking along with me Along with me, oh, oh (Who are you?) [Verse 2] And I fell apart in that bed What we built isn't me Won't put it back together again (He didn't answer me) I can't take back what I said I just look through those messages I left on read Ooh, and I took you to Rosier 'Cause I thought we could cope We got out on the ocean, I fell out my boat And you calmed me back down And you gave me some hope And I tossed that away for a seratone [Chorus] Now there's too many people that I have done wrong And that I owe my thanks to for sticking along with me Along with me, oh, oh [Bridge] (No commitments, no commitments) No commitments (No commitments, no commitments) No commitments (No commitments) No commitments (No commitments), no No commitments (No commitments) No commitments (No commitments) No commitments (No commitments) No commitments, no commitments I'm going to Hell, you're going to Heaven It doesn't negate our holy connection And next time I fly too close to the sun I'm not gonna run, this shit was for fun [Part II: punk2] [Verse] (Fifty, fifty, fifty) I left home now I'm fucked up Realized how much I loved you Whole goddamn life, been a suck-up Now I'm just tryna get my luck up All the pain went when you kissed me We were ten toes up, now I'm six feet down Moved on, you don't need me now Now I gotta figure me out Ah (Brakence) No, I gotta figure me out, oh-oh, yeah, uh Bitch, I'm up next Fuckboy ain't a threat Put a price on my head Won't sell my soul for a check That's on God, that's on sound You won't ever see me 'round I'll be cookin' up some shit that'll probably get me out this town