Текст песни Hang Up - Veela

Hang Up

I’ve been raring to go
Only hear V tear it up once before
Been a minute, I admit it, that was on me
Been a minute, I admit it, it was daunting
Talking
Bout things in the real life
You know, things in my bones that I feel like
Holding on the phone with an ease line
And the woman don’t know how to be kind
He’s like: «Baby girl, she a volunteer
She don’t even have a need to really be here
Take what you can get, have I been clear?
Yeah I get you’re upset but I’m done here.»
Your immaturity disgusts me
I’d be better off if it was just me
My independence is always adjusting
Only in proportion with how much I’m trusting
Boy
I got money on my mind, leave me alone
You on me all the time, I gotta go
You want me to be fine on your time
That’s not how it works, grow up or go home
You’re right here but I’m solo
In bed but I’m solo
Not panicking solo
Inside
You want to hold me, but you’re not gonna get my time
You want to know me, but ghost every time I cry
I’ve been raring to go
Only hear V tear it up once before
Been a minute, I admit it, that was on me
Been a minute, I admit it, it was daunting
Talking
Bout things in the real life
You know, things in my bones that I feel like
Holding on the phone with an ease line
And the woman don’t know how to be kind
Hang up like
I got out cause I felt low
If I’m honest, I’m anonymously telling him off
I’ve been blossoming the opposite of feeling a loss
If I’m honest, I’m not gonna miss a sucker at all
If I’m honest, I could fuck a kiss and suffer alone
That’s a promise, I can duck a fit and weather a storm
And I’m working on me in the nighttime
Feeling the sightline mirror back and go high and
I feel a crack, it’s on my end
I need a map, don’t know my hand
I’m tearing at — not so — my friend
Want my Barack and Joe Biden
A best friend in me
Generation Depressed, do you feel me?
Generation of Stress, do you hear me?
Our generation’s a mess and I see you, you
I see you pill popping and going higher
I’ll make you miss a dose and keep you tired
You’re right here but I’m solo
In bed but I’m solo
Not panicking solo
Inside
You want to hold me, but you’re not gonna get my time
You want to know me, but ghost every time I cry
I’ve been raring to go
Only hear V tear it up once before
Been a minute, I admit it, that was on me
Been a minute, I admit it, it was daunting
Talking
Bout things in the real life
You know, things in my bones that I feel like
Holding on the phone with an ease line
And the woman don’t know how to be kind
Hang up like
Tell me what it is
What it is
What it is
Boy