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Alexa Prus - Staaay Lyrics

[Chorus: Alexa Prus]
I can't stay
Know I always gotta go
Playin' house, this ain't a home with my soul on the road
I can't stay
Know I always gotta go
Playin' house, this ain't a home with my soul on the road

[Verse 1: Pandaraps & Alexa Prus]
I can't sit still for a minute, I'm so deadset on indifference
Keep it Charlie, stay down with them Dickens
Let's get around like it's the '80s
Right 'round, let's keep spinnin'
Let's keep playin' these games that we don't wanna finish
And I'm sorry if that sounds a bit bitter, but I am to the core
You want the whole damn thing, then you askin' for more
You want that old jive swing, you take up all of the floor
I'm fine with standing at the edge of the door
You be the lifе of the party (I blend in with decor)
You drinkin' all thе Bacardi ('Til the bottle's no more)
Let's take it back 'fore this started (Doin' better before)
You want the love, I don't got it (Got my soul on the road)
You screamin', "Stay" (Stay)
Baby, please don't go (Please don't go)
Don't think it's in me to listen to foe (Oh, oh, ayy, ayy)
It's so different with distance we roam
And the zones where nothing could hurt anymore
I just wish I was home when I step through front door
But instead, I'm alone and completely unsure
And even though you're screamin' out with the best of intentions
I don't get it, but why do you always got to ask me to
[Chorus: Alexa Prus]
Stay
Why you always gotta go?
Playin' house, this ain't a home with your soul on the road
Stay
Why you always gotta go?
Playin' house, this ain't a home with your soul on the road

[Verse 2: Pandaraps]
See, I've been lost in my thoughts
And my thoughts, they too obscure to usher off
Sorry, ma, I just thought you were my world
Now you're not, and I'm just sittin' smokin', sloping in a daze
'Cause my days ain't been the same I drove your ass away
I remember the way you wrote letters in blue ink
You knew I was in love, don't give a fuck what your crew think
And your moms probably think I'm a bastard
Your pops probably wanna beat my ass to death
And take a piss in my casket
But I got sick of fightin', bickerin', fussin' over nothin'
Cussin', instead of fuckin'
Watchin' the death of discussions that we once had
Days that we once spent in the backseats of our car
We them poets at sunset
It's funny how love can fall out the foreground
And get pushed into the back of your mind
We used to twist a spliff and laugh and relax
And know you cryin', and I'm tryin' to find the reasons
So I ask, this forever ever happened?
Or is it always fade to black?
[Chorus: Alexa Prus]
I can't stay
Know I always gotta go
Playin' house, this ain't a home with my soul on the road
I can't stay
Know I always gotta go
Playin' house, this ain't a home with my soul on the road