Untitled (Thoughts)
Have a little Faith in me
Unexpectedly is what fate can be
Never thought my heart could carry vacancy
And they cant see what I can see and i conceive so privately
Cant take it when we're afar
And if you were to leave tonight i swear that id tear this fucking place apart
I may have crossed a line but trust me
That I want you so fucking bad to be here and now thought we
Had something there but now i must be over crossing
Think that i wont go chase after you like a fucking lost puppy
You think im playin when i say youre beautiful
You say you're not but thats kinda like tearing cuticles
And If im lying may god have mercy on my soul
Cause ill have him send me straight to my fuckin funeral
Who would've thought that it'd a happen
You wrote it down on a napkin
I looked over you slammed it
On the counter Now some how ya
In my mind stuck even when im out it
Head is crowded
But i dont even know what the fuck i would do without it
Told you i aint mad just embed it
told you i was happy every second every minute
When im with you swear to god i fucking meant it
Grab a pencil Write a letter met an angel tell the devil I'm ascending
Cause i cant picture life without you in it
And I Cant picture us if it wasnt you, mounted fitted
And God Please dont wake from this heaven i am living
Ill be back in hell if i see this shit start the ending
Unexpectedly is what fate can be
Never thought my heart could carry vacancy
And they cant see what I can see and i conceive so privately
Cant take it when we're afar
And if you were to leave tonight i swear that id tear this fucking place apart
I may have crossed a line but trust me
That I want you so fucking bad to be here and now thought we
Had something there but now i must be over crossing
Think that i wont go chase after you like a fucking lost puppy
You think im playin when i say youre beautiful
You say you're not but thats kinda like tearing cuticles
And If im lying may god have mercy on my soul
Cause ill have him send me straight to my fuckin funeral
Who would've thought that it'd a happen
You wrote it down on a napkin
I looked over you slammed it
On the counter Now some how ya
In my mind stuck even when im out it
Head is crowded
But i dont even know what the fuck i would do without it
Told you i aint mad just embed it
told you i was happy every second every minute
When im with you swear to god i fucking meant it
Grab a pencil Write a letter met an angel tell the devil I'm ascending
Cause i cant picture life without you in it
And I Cant picture us if it wasnt you, mounted fitted
And God Please dont wake from this heaven i am living
Ill be back in hell if i see this shit start the ending
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Writer(s): Jakeb Whiteside
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