Course I Miss

Course I miss her
Course I fight though
Courtside see sight
She lie
With my other free side
Me sigh
Cover up these problems with a peace sign
Oh
So high that the sunset on the east side
California life though
I meant jersey
Lose angels when I go light up
I go fish
These bitches never bite though
I love
So this green it never might grow
Ego micro
Mind the head so yeah she might blow

Relationship look like fight club
Don't talk about our feelings so they might go
Posted by side door
But I a side note
Hoping that we might fuck
I don't wanna fight though
Dive slow
But she drive fast
So I Geico
Crashed now
Drowning while she
Watch me die slow
I go
Wouldn't you like
Oh yes I know
Life a cycle
Now I'm feeling suicidal

I flow
Cause be she dry
Wet cloths
I'm so
Poppin like
I'm Mentos
I hold
Until they break
Let go
Problems in my head
Solve that
Mental

I guess she just need
She just need space headroom
3 days
Where do we stay?
Bedroom
Cold heart
When the sun up
Set soon
24-day
Tie noose
Then I let loose

Ask her is she on the way
No not today
She do not want me to chase
Now I be waking and baking
Impatiently waiting
Our love that's just under the statement
Fuck it our feelings degraded
You feel like the greatest
Fuck all this talk I get it
I don't have iPhone
I message
Type I love you
Oh fuck I sent it

I sold
All my life so
My goal
I mold
Your life
I stole
I'm felon
Instantly pick
Up on my phone
Insta I scroll
Cause all
This pain my fetish
She think that my feelings psycho
Why no
I know
In my soul
I like home
I like girls
And I like ghosts
Light bulb
Never think straight
Cause I know like both

If I send a text I wait
How you busy for like 24 days
Oh
I guess she don't really seem to care about the things
I want
Or the things I say
Still love you
I add a to pathetic
Why roman so poetic
Why grown men never get it?
Told you I hate you
That don't mean I meant it

Ask her is she on the way
No not today
I guess her feelings they changed
Now I be waking and baking
Impatiently waiting
Our love that's just under the payment
Fuck it our feelings degraded
You feel like the greatest
Fuck all this talk I get it
I don't have iPhone
I message
Type I need you
Oh fuck I sent it

I sold
All my life so
My goal
I mold
Your life
I stole
I'm felon
Instantly pick
Up on my phone
Insta I scroll
Cause all
This pain my fetish
She think that my feelings psycho
Why no
I know
In my soul
I like home
I like girls
And I like ghosts
Light bulb
Never think straight
Cause I know I cant have both
Fuck you



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Writer(s): Abraham Breton
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