Shirt
My skin cleared up, but my schedule hasn't
When I try on clothes, like I'm walkin' in the pageant
Team on my back, make me bat above average
Sip 2 out the pop then I rest like Sabbath
When she kiss my lips, got me thinkin' 'bout marriage
Colors in my cup like it's trippin' on acid
Trippin' on laces, I just lost my balance
I just lost count tryna count my balance
Life played out in my head like a melody
If they pat me down, that's at least one felony
Every piece I own is real like Tel Aviv
I try my best, I just wanna be a better me
Didn't introduce myself for the brevity
I'm a psycho, I can't feel your empathy
When you stand close, I can feel your breath on me
Fake T-shirt, that would be the death of me
I just wrote a song
I just bought a shirt
I did not mean to do you wrong
I'm sorry for what it's worth
I just wrote a song
I just bought a shirt
I did not mean to do you wrong
I'm sorry for what it's worth
I'm perfect, I was made in His image
I took one sip and I couldn't even finish
Crumpled up bills look just like spinach
Took one look, I just figured I was winnin'
I took one look at you and I giggled
I'm the straight man but I speak in a riddle
Italian leather embellished with crystals
One in the head, make it pop like a single
When I try on clothes, like I'm walkin' in the pageant
Team on my back, make me bat above average
Sip 2 out the pop then I rest like Sabbath
When she kiss my lips, got me thinkin' 'bout marriage
Colors in my cup like it's trippin' on acid
Trippin' on laces, I just lost my balance
I just lost count tryna count my balance
Life played out in my head like a melody
If they pat me down, that's at least one felony
Every piece I own is real like Tel Aviv
I try my best, I just wanna be a better me
Didn't introduce myself for the brevity
I'm a psycho, I can't feel your empathy
When you stand close, I can feel your breath on me
Fake T-shirt, that would be the death of me
I just wrote a song
I just bought a shirt
I did not mean to do you wrong
I'm sorry for what it's worth
I just wrote a song
I just bought a shirt
I did not mean to do you wrong
I'm sorry for what it's worth
I'm perfect, I was made in His image
I took one sip and I couldn't even finish
Crumpled up bills look just like spinach
Took one look, I just figured I was winnin'
I took one look at you and I giggled
I'm the straight man but I speak in a riddle
Italian leather embellished with crystals
One in the head, make it pop like a single
Credits
Writer(s): Joeyy, Joseph Green
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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