Patchwork - Ryan Beatty

Ah-ah-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 hesitates

Go home, I’d rather be alone than soaked in sweat

Taking a dose to make me forget

Fell back into the hotel, underneath the same lights

Eye contact was the last thing I wanted while you looked like that

Jumped into the water, let the iPhone speaker blaring

I can feel their eyesights glaring, classic

Glossed up and getting wasted, this is not my last masterpiece

I am Michelangelo

I still don’t know how you feel about us

Boys in the backseat 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 some men out there on the floor

Watchin' me lose myself to disco music

There’s some men out there on the floor

Watchin' me lose myself to disco music

There’s some men 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 some men out there on the floor (Ah, no, don’t you miss me?)

Watching me lose myself to disco music