Mayday - Chris Miles

Mayday, I think we going down again, down again

I want the real thing, nothing counterfeit, counterfeit

I’m tryna feel the same way that we used to

Can’t find the words to explain, do do do do do do do

Shorty, I’ma stay true to you, you

Got me tripping like my fucking shoe’s loose, ah

You tell me everything’s fine

As I sit there and just burn alive

Got me thinking, do you hate me?

Thoughts that cross my mind of you all the time

I been thinking 'bout it lately, yah

Can you hate me for a second, what’s right?

Now my back’s on the wall, I can’t lie

Mama entertains, used to call you, I’m a baby

Mayday, I think we going down again, down again

I want the real thing, nothing counterfeit, counterfeit

I’m tryna feel the same way that we used to

Can’t find the words to explain, do do do do do do do

Shorty, I’ma stay true to you, you

Got me tripping like my fucking shoe’s loose, ah

You tell me everything’s fine

As I sit there and just burn alive

Got me thinking, do you hate me?

Thoughts that cross my mind of you all the time

I been thinking 'bout it lately, yah

Can you hate me for a second, what’s right?

Now my back’s on the wall, I can’t lie

Mama entertains, used to call you, I’m a baby