walking home
Francisco Espregueira
“(hm)
here’s something you don’t know about (ey)
I delete your number when I go out
see at the bottom of the bottle when your bottom comes to my eye
I’mma put my phone out, no doubt
nothing colder than oslo in november
your warmth’s gettin hard not to remember (it’s like)
I can honor how we decided to end it (or)
hit quick dial and surrender, bury the hatchet (hm)
deep in that fertile soil, that thing you do with your - (ss)
that’s personal (yo), straight up and vertical
the coupe is cool when the bird’s flown
word is sippin merlot alone, that’s how I go (ey)
that’s how I go (ey)
merlot
this burgundy is dark, there’s something in the dark
I’m just...
(hm)
walking home, dough low
another night in the o-s-l-o
another night in the o
I’m just walking, walking home
in the o-s-l-o, dough low
♒ ♒ ♒”