December7th

You my lucky number 7

I keep asking god
And all my befriends
Lots of things about you
Cause I've constantly been stressing
Uh
Like
Why
Won't you love me back?

Fuck it

I'm feeling like I always do
Attach my self
To all the things that always seem to
Constantly attack my health
I ain't got no money
Cause I constantly
Do spend my wealth on you
Because these beats be so expensive
Still up to this day
I stay up late
Still asking questions
Like if you really loved me
How tf you coulda ended
Us
I'm beyond perspective
So no I won't ever get it
I'm driving past, hope you get in
You with him now
So I act like I ain't give no fucks

Maybe I just
Couldn't keep you happy
You stuck up on things that happened
I'm stuck up on "glad we happened"
The past tense
It causing tension
So let's leave it in the past
Oh, you love him?
Driving 60 in a 30
Hoping that I fucking crash
Hope I die
If I do
Please do not call it a suicide
Cause the only reason
That I did it
So you feel inside
Maybe jump up to action
Jump up off that past tense
Not into another relationship
Cause that will not make you happy

Just trust me
I know it hard
That boyfriend material
Worn out fabric
I tore apart
Killed this love
Call it cereal
Coco puffs drive me loco
But in the middle October
You knew this love was remedial
Even if I was coping with pain
I thought was superior
Now the fact you could look me
I am finding a miracle
All this pain keep me laughing
Out of control satirical
All these lyrics be cynical
Only time they're original

Hope this tape you keep visible
Or you kept it traditional
Cause you don't usually listen to me
If you do its minimal
So go listen to Sweet Girl
But never leave me alone
Because you know I'd be lying
If I don't feel you no more
Cause I still love you though

You my lucky number 7



Credits
Writer(s): Abraham Breton
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