Chaotic Lyrics by Tate McRae is the latest English song. Chaotic song lyrics are written by Tate McRae while the song is produced by Tate McRae.
Chaotic Song Details:
| Song: | Chaotic |
| Singer(s): | Tate McRae |
| Produced by: | Tate McRae |
| Written by: | Tate McRae |
| Label(©): | Tate McRae |
Chaotic Lyrics
I Have This Paralyzing Fear
That I’ll Maybe Go Nowhere
But God Forbid Me Ever Admitting
I Could Be Scared
And I Can’t Stand My Friends Right Now
We Got Nothing In Common
But Being Lonely’s Worse Than
Just Having Friends That Don’t Care
You Said It Looks Like
I’ve Been Going Through Hell
How Did You Know? How Could You Tell?
Ask Me To Explain Myself, Well
I’m Trying My Best Here To Be Brutally Honest
Nobody Said Changing Would Be This Exhausting
A Foot On The Break
‘Cause It’s Been Making Me Carsick
How Could You Blame Me?
Growing Up Is Chaotic
Don’t Wanna Say It
But I Really Think That I Miss Him
Might Seem Stupid
But I Still Look Through All Our Texts
Who Knew Wanting Someonе Could Ever
Make Mе This Desperate
I Don’t Think That I’ll Do That Again
You Said It Looks Like
I’ve Been Going Through Hell
How Did You Know? How Could You Tell?
Ask Me To Explain Myself, Well
I’m Trying My Best Here To Be Brutally Honest
Nobody Said Changing Would Be This Exhausting
A Foot On The Break
‘Cause It’s Been Making Me Carsick
How Could You Blame Me?
Growing Up Is Chaotic
And Maybe I’m Just Blowing
All This Sh!t Up In My Head
But I Can’t Help It
No, I Can’t Help It
Fooling Myself Thinking
I’ll Never Love Again
‘Cause Damn I Felt It
I Really Felt It
And Maybe I’m Just Blowing
All This Sh!t Up In My Head
But I Can’t Help It
No, I Can’t Help It
Spending Too Much Time On Things
I Know That I’ll Forget
But Damn I Felt It
I’m Trying My Best
Here To Be Brutally Honest
Nobody Said Changing Would Be This Exhausting
A Foot On The Break
‘Cause It’s Been Making Me Carsick
How Could You Blame Me?
I’m Trying My Best Here To Be Brutally Honest
Nobody Said Changing Would Be This Exhausting
A Foot On The Break
‘Cause It’s Been Making Me Carsick
How Could You Blame Me? Growing Up Is Chaotic

