Ryan Beatty Patchwork
Clothes off
He needs to come through or cut me off
I understand why he hesitates
Go home
I'd rather be alone than soaked in sweat
Taking a dose to make me forget
Fell back into the hotel
Underneath the same lights
Eye contact was the last thing I wanted
While you looked like that
Jumped into the water
Let the iPhone speaker blaring
I can feel their eyesights glaring, classic
Glossed up and getting wasted
This is not my last masterpiece
I am Michelangelo
I still don't know how you feel about us
Boys in the backseat are talking about us
Cold sweat, coke head
I forgot your name in the same place last time
No thanks
Cold sweat, coke head
I forgot your name in the same place last time
No thanks
There's some men out there on the floor
Watching me lose myself to disco music
There's some men out there on the floor
Watching me lose myself to disco music
There's some men out there on the floor
Watching me lose myself to disco music
There's some men out there on the floor
Watching me lose myself to disco music