CHROMA - 214 Lyrics

Two, one, four, lemme dial your number
Day by day I've been stuck in a slumber
Eyes on you, never turn to another
Eyes on you, never turn to another
Two, one, four, lemme dial your number
Day by day I've been stuck in a slumber
Eyes on you, never turn to another
Eyes on you, never turn to another

Roses on your doorstep I hope you enjoy them
This love's not enough so I hope you enjoy him
Of course, it's my fault
You call it like you see it
But baby, there ain't time, there ain't time to see the scenic now
You can come back down south
See it on your way back, figure things out
Of course, I'm speaking in the past tense
Back then I never said it cus I had sense

That shit was tough
I'm always out of luck
Always had a mind that was only focused on love
Tried to make amends but that call wasn't enough
It may have been shit but I'm lucky for our love
It got to form me
Like a picket tool
Hoping that I make it through
Clinging to the memories
I was the one that's right for you
My bed gets cold
I'm on my low
This ain't the best bowl but it'll get me to my goal
But I'm glad we split cus I have something to spit
It'll leave some stitches
But in XP I'm rich
Friend are helping me out, turning my life around
Taking a different route
'Cause I'm hoping to be the person I'm excited about

Two, one, four, lemme dial your number
Day by day I've been stuck in a slumber
Eyes on you, never turn to another
Eyes on you, never turn to another
Two, one, four, lemme dial your number
Day by day I've been stuck in a slumber
Eyes on you, never turn to another
Eyes on you, never turn to another

A bloody rose fell from my stainted hand
Product of a picker too eager for the endgame
I guess I don't have a green thumb
Cursing at my palms
Tracing on the three lines
Asking why the M don't form
Serpents serve you apples
And naturally, I followed
Buddy up there shamed us
And split us from each other
Been cursed by my own God
They said I hit the lotto
Woah there, that's my rib you're holding take care 'till I find ya
Once again, it's a shame, most people play the wrong game
Dirty your name with the spectacles of other's pain
Makes you sound insane, complain about the same
Every day in and out
You call it sorting things out
But only bullshit leaves your mouth
Red flags stick out like there's electric wires under me
But I've been blinded see
Illusions in this magic mirror got me seeing an oasis in your eyes
Perhaps together we can fly
Flew close to the sun on purpose
Is there a better way to die?

Two, one, four
Just gimme a call (Gimme a call)
Two, one, four, call my phone up
Been too long, the silence thought we was grown-ups
Still catch eyes when I stride the corner
Still catch nights when I'm stuck with boredom
Two, one, four
Two, one, four, call my phone up