¡MAYDAY x MURS! - New Toys (Hey Love) lyrics

[Hook] Hey love I know that you're far away Every night a different place Hey love I'm just writing you to say Hey love [Verse 1: Bernz] Lately been living this life that's trife, poltergeist on mics It's like I'm spliffin' quick I roll twice the vice And if God's precise, how the f** we survive these nights Getting faded for paper and sharing some bad advice I toss my life, regrets to the air like dice Pound pavement, I aiming to faded to get by Six puppets tryna get fly, waiting on standby Sleeping inside a coffin and coughing the whole drive New city, same diddy, Santa Cruz to Philly Will he or won't he, I'm only speaking my truths really Apprentice to a master, oh yes, a master I blatantly studied the craft with youthful pa**ions Fashion come and go, I'm trying to feed my soul I done paddled the wind and upped the Atlantic coast Pirates sailing the roadway drunk from my last toast My lady tucked me a note in the bag where I packed my coat and it read [Hook] [Verse 2: Wrekonize] Lately been living this life that's trife, poltergeist on mics It's like I'm taking half the caution with twice the vice It's so real And at the same time illusion I thought this was a dream somebody check me for contusions Working these little clubs for minimum of the buzz Was digging into my love, for the pyramids above But I kneel, and continue to spin the wheel even if it only gets me the promise that I can still build meals out of doing what I love and treat it like a drug I gotta leave again I know it's rough but, keep me in your memory wherever I go And I'll be sure to send you snapshots develop my soul I'll, I'll just develop my soul To keep the devil below while we just pedal for home Pirates sailing the roadway drunk from my last toast My lady tucked me a note in the bag where I packed my coat and it read [Hook] [Verse 3: Murs] Lately been livin' this life that's trife, poltergeist on mics Makin' moves down in Miami it's twice the vice Movin' coast to coast yeah I lamp and boast Dark days to late nights I'm playing the host Consummate Jimmy Fallon Remember when I was whylin' Bringin' broads on the bus and makin' em Long Islands Smilin' becomes secret Secrets become memories Can't remember her face but already missin' her energy (damn) My woman tonight Seems like every other week she gettin' put on a flight Need some good in my life, never put up a fight If I wasn't already married she could be my wife But alas it's just dream As I'm pa**in' through your scene Shame on my dirty dick but the cash is still clean Pirate sailing the roadway drunk from my last toast My lady tucked me a note in the bag where I packed my coat And it read (Hey love) [Outro] There's always this ¡MAYDAY! van parked and I can never get my car in there Who the f** is ¡MAYDAY!?