Onelove

Heartthrob
It's that time of year again
My least favorite season
You can leave me in the dust
You don't need a reason
But I'd love to hear it
I don't know where you've been
There's something different about you
I just got a feeling

I'm a romantic I hate it
Saturate vocals with lyrics so jaded
Dream about past times where I could've changed shit
I still think about it on occasion
Damn you just left me so empty and hollow
Fly me to the moon like Sinatra Apollo
Geez, it's okay I might see you tomorrow
But it's been a while since I heard you last call though
But it's clear that the time we had was borrowed
I go out in public and scan like a barcode
Look on my shoulder like I'm being followed
But if you find me you'll see me on auto
I throw up a piece sign and go bout my day
Wouldn't be surprised if you did the same
It's bout that time to feel some type of way
I'm back on my bullshit, somethings never change

It's that time of year again
My least favorite season
You can leave me in the dust
You don't need a reason
But it's one love
One love all that
You got me mad fucked up
One love all that
You got me mad fucked up

I know you still see my posts
So I been out flexing and dropping some boasts
You don't pick up your phone so I pick up the bass
Just to convince you that I'm doing great
Cuff season blues, nobody ask for my hoodie but I'd probably say no
Cause it's designer, can't afford to be cold
But a breeze comes by and I offer my coat cause that's all that I know
I don't have many options when I'm shopping
Unless I'm at the mall and my wallet is popping
But damn you out here and you got my heart throbbing
Would pay for your love if I could out of pocket
Wanna be with you, don't want no one else
Asking my friends for some advice and some help
Don't wanna admit that I fucked up and fell
Fine I'll be bi by myself

It's that time of year again
My least favorite season
You can leave me in the dust
You don't need a reason
But it's one love
One love all that
You got me mad fucked up
One love all that
You got me mad fucked up

I paint my nails black
You gonna make me an eboy
They shipping us, mail that
Team ain't eating for free, boy
You got into my head
And you ain't pay rent
I wanna still be friends
But I also wish we ain't met
Don't mean it, I'm blessed
I hope we still can be friends
Not trying to sound too obsessed
But why don't you like me, I'm fresh



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Wing
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