Composer : Ishaan Chaudhary/William Curry

I got my faults

My brain, she talks

Why you do that?

Losing lots of sleep, To dreams

It’s hard to stay ahead of me

Burning all the Memories

Falling asleep, falling asleep

You’re like the liquor, I like the taste

You’re something different, okay okay

I got my faults

My brain, she talks

Why you do that?

Losing lots of sleep, To dreams

It’s hard to stay ahead of me

Burning all the Memories

Falling asleep, falling asleep

okay okay