Missing Things
Oh, fuck the world
No, not again, not again (I've been missing things, I've been missing things, I've been missing things)
Oh, fuck the world
No, not again (I've been missing things, I've been missing things, I've been missing things)
If you think about it like that, yeah
If you think about like this, yeah
If I take a gun to my head, yeah
There might be some shit that I miss, yeah
If you think about it like that, yeah
If you think about like this, yeah
If I take a gun to my head, yeah
There might be some shit that I miss, yeah
You gon' see me on the right path, yeah
Wrong, I'm gonna write this shit
You thought that I would die sad, yeah
I know that you would like that shit
And I ain't gonna fight back 'cause
I don't even like that bitch
Why I got you so mad? Yeah
Think about me when you kiss
I'm really hopin' y'all have kids
I'm really hopin' that bitch switched
I know how these things go
I'm really hoping that you slip
And I've been playing piano
Tryna get my guap up, rich
My bitch a dancer now
Really hate it when she strip
Really hate it when she dip
Really hate the life I've live
Really hate this weed I smoke
Really hate these pills I get
Really hate it when she dip
Really hate the life I've live
Really hate this weed I smoke
Really hate these pills I get
Oh, fuck the world
No, not again, not again (I've been missing things, I've been missing things, I've been missing thing)
Oh, fuck the world
No, not again (I've been missing things, I've been missing things, I've been missing things)
No, not again, not again (I've been missing things, I've been missing things, I've been missing things)
Oh, fuck the world
No, not again (I've been missing things, I've been missing things, I've been missing things)
If you think about it like that, yeah
If you think about like this, yeah
If I take a gun to my head, yeah
There might be some shit that I miss, yeah
If you think about it like that, yeah
If you think about like this, yeah
If I take a gun to my head, yeah
There might be some shit that I miss, yeah
You gon' see me on the right path, yeah
Wrong, I'm gonna write this shit
You thought that I would die sad, yeah
I know that you would like that shit
And I ain't gonna fight back 'cause
I don't even like that bitch
Why I got you so mad? Yeah
Think about me when you kiss
I'm really hopin' y'all have kids
I'm really hopin' that bitch switched
I know how these things go
I'm really hoping that you slip
And I've been playing piano
Tryna get my guap up, rich
My bitch a dancer now
Really hate it when she strip
Really hate it when she dip
Really hate the life I've live
Really hate this weed I smoke
Really hate these pills I get
Really hate it when she dip
Really hate the life I've live
Really hate this weed I smoke
Really hate these pills I get
Oh, fuck the world
No, not again, not again (I've been missing things, I've been missing things, I've been missing thing)
Oh, fuck the world
No, not again (I've been missing things, I've been missing things, I've been missing things)
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Writer(s): Ciara Simms
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