My Luck
Stayed the night and you told me pretty lies
Lost control when I should've seen the signs
Promised me that I was the wifey type,
A girl with too much hype,
Who's nice but never bites
Obsessive, possessive, addicted to you
Rough round the edges like your tennis shoes
Told me I needed to grow
Now you can't seem to let go
Wouldn't know what it feels like
Tryna get on my good side
Wouldn't wanna know which life you're on
Only with my luck
Of course you go fuck this up
You wanted me as your prophecy
Now I'm waiting for you to let up
Let me know what's up
Blatantly blew my phone up
Caught the crime when you messed with my mind
Fake it or try to fess up
Skip to the part when you look me in the eyes
Telling me that there aren't any signs
Fabricating some words to get you by,
But then you go get high,
Ignore me for the night
The stress of pretending I'm happy with you
Pray that you find something to get you through
Shit I can't do on my own
There's just too much to control
Wouldn't know what it feels like
Tryna get on my good side
Wouldn't wanna know which life you're on
Only with my luck
Of course you go fuck this up
You wanted me as your prophecy
Now I'm waiting for you to let up
Let me know what's up
Blatantly blew my phone up
Caught the crime when you messed with my mind
Fake it or try to fess up
Painted the scars, left your troubles right on my body
Left me to solve all of the puzzles, no one to help me
And my luck is failing to catch me
Falling through your world feels empty
The narrative's becoming real hazy
You played me
Only with my luck
Of course you go fuck this up
You wanted me as your prophecy
Now I'm waiting for you to let up
Let me know what's up
Blatantly blew my phone up
Caught the crime when you messed with my mind
Fake it or try to fess up
Lost control when I should've seen the signs
Promised me that I was the wifey type,
A girl with too much hype,
Who's nice but never bites
Obsessive, possessive, addicted to you
Rough round the edges like your tennis shoes
Told me I needed to grow
Now you can't seem to let go
Wouldn't know what it feels like
Tryna get on my good side
Wouldn't wanna know which life you're on
Only with my luck
Of course you go fuck this up
You wanted me as your prophecy
Now I'm waiting for you to let up
Let me know what's up
Blatantly blew my phone up
Caught the crime when you messed with my mind
Fake it or try to fess up
Skip to the part when you look me in the eyes
Telling me that there aren't any signs
Fabricating some words to get you by,
But then you go get high,
Ignore me for the night
The stress of pretending I'm happy with you
Pray that you find something to get you through
Shit I can't do on my own
There's just too much to control
Wouldn't know what it feels like
Tryna get on my good side
Wouldn't wanna know which life you're on
Only with my luck
Of course you go fuck this up
You wanted me as your prophecy
Now I'm waiting for you to let up
Let me know what's up
Blatantly blew my phone up
Caught the crime when you messed with my mind
Fake it or try to fess up
Painted the scars, left your troubles right on my body
Left me to solve all of the puzzles, no one to help me
And my luck is failing to catch me
Falling through your world feels empty
The narrative's becoming real hazy
You played me
Only with my luck
Of course you go fuck this up
You wanted me as your prophecy
Now I'm waiting for you to let up
Let me know what's up
Blatantly blew my phone up
Caught the crime when you messed with my mind
Fake it or try to fess up
Credits
Writer(s): Natalie Solis
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