Glue - Natasha Mosley

Messages all in my email, you all aggressive with the details

I told you once before, I’m only tryna chill, or get a bottle till

Nothing matter at all

You used to pour me up a drink of somethin'

You was all away and now you ant some

Tryna get what you have, boy you know you somethin'

Like you know me or somethin'

Bit where are you now

But where are you now, when I’m 10 feet off the ground?

Way high up and sober, so young I feel older

I guess it’s the glue cause I’m stuck to you

What’s understood don’t need to be explained

I think it’s the glue, I guess it’s the glue cause I’m stuck to you

What’s understood don’t need to be explained

Broken dishes in our sink though

I’m tryna figure out where did my sense go

We do this every time, i’m tryna let go

You never told me no, so I always wanted more

You was bad for me, but I still wanted it

But they don’t get it though, no they don’t understand

That glue will get to you, it get you stick man

Till you can’t take no more and you’re giving in

me explain that glue, it get’s you sticky

Don’t need, don’t need

We go ona nd on and on

On and on and on, that sticky, that sticky

On and on, on and on, that sticky