9AM IN LONDON Deb Fan (Ft. ​​jev.)

[Intro: Deb Fan]
High, high

[Verse 1: Deb Fan]
And you got me, oh (high)
How'd I get so out of touch?
And I try to be so patient waiting for your love
But it's too much
You love to see me fall
Then fix me up just to tear me apart
And one day, I'd see it all
But I can't decide how to leave this war

[Chorus: Deb Fan]
You got the best of me
I'm no good without you
You got the best of me
A fantasy, I know it's true

[Verse 2: Deb Fan]
I don't like the drama, caught up in confusion
Pebbles in my hand, might cause a couple bruises
My oppositions tryna find excuses
But it don't matter, I'm just on to better things
Stop pretending
I'm on a mission doing all the things you hate (hate)