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Patchwork Lyrics by Ryan Beatty

Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

Clothes off, he needs to come through or cut me off
I understand why he hasn't said
Go home, I'd rather be alone and soaked in sweat
Takin' a dose to make me forget
Fell back into the hotel, underneath the same light
Eye contact was the last thing I wanted
Why you looked like that
Jumped into the water, let the iPhone speaker blare
And I can feel their eyesights glarin'
Classic
Glassed up and gettin' wasted
This is not my last masterpiece, I am Michelangelo

I still don't know how you feel about us
Boys in the back set are talkin' about us

Alright, mm
Cold sweat, coke head
I forgot your name in the same place last time, no thanks
Cold sweat, coke head
I forgot your name in the same place last time, no thanks

There's a man out there on the floor
Watchin' me lose myself to disco music
There's a man out there on the floor
Watchin' me lose myself to disco music
There's a man out there on the floor
Watchin' me lose myself to disco music (Ah, don't you miss me, don't you miss me?)
There's a man out there on the floor (Ah)
Watchin' me lose myself to disco music

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