What I Think
When I think of you
Ohh ohh ohh
My heart remembers
All the love we never had
All the love we never had
Just me and you
Doo doo doo
Doo doo doo
Doo doo doo
Doo doo
When I think of you
Ohh ohh ohh
I remember springtime
That was when we fell in love
That was when we fell in love
Just me and you
Doo doo doo
Doo doo doo
Doo doo doo
Doo doo
When I think of you
Think of you
Think of you
Think of you
Think of you
Think of you
I'm disturbed and unnanoited
I said this shit just can't be avoided
This a deep cut yeah bitch here's an ointment
I'm sick of being toyed with
I've been feeling like the villain of my own story
Fuck the hero image I ain't got no glory
I'm the father of this game so they call me Maury
Rapping with this twang like I was from Missouri
Let's just be honest
If you're bagging all these hoes you must be Tristan Thompson
If you go to school make sure you grab your Thompson to run from these White kids that are fucking rotten
Yeah, diabolically disturbed
I said I'm cooking all these sheeple up like Amber Heard
And I just misjudged a mistrial so hear the word
I been running out of actions like I am a verb
I'm the fucking worst
And you know it really hurts
You know that the water's murked
Cuz you know I got this verse
Yeah, I guess raps really changed
And I guess thats just really fate
Or maybe y'all just fake
Ohh ohh ohh
My heart remembers
All the love we never had
All the love we never had
Just me and you
Doo doo doo
Doo doo doo
Doo doo doo
Doo doo
When I think of you
Ohh ohh ohh
I remember springtime
That was when we fell in love
That was when we fell in love
Just me and you
Doo doo doo
Doo doo doo
Doo doo doo
Doo doo
When I think of you
Think of you
Think of you
Think of you
Think of you
Think of you
I'm disturbed and unnanoited
I said this shit just can't be avoided
This a deep cut yeah bitch here's an ointment
I'm sick of being toyed with
I've been feeling like the villain of my own story
Fuck the hero image I ain't got no glory
I'm the father of this game so they call me Maury
Rapping with this twang like I was from Missouri
Let's just be honest
If you're bagging all these hoes you must be Tristan Thompson
If you go to school make sure you grab your Thompson to run from these White kids that are fucking rotten
Yeah, diabolically disturbed
I said I'm cooking all these sheeple up like Amber Heard
And I just misjudged a mistrial so hear the word
I been running out of actions like I am a verb
I'm the fucking worst
And you know it really hurts
You know that the water's murked
Cuz you know I got this verse
Yeah, I guess raps really changed
And I guess thats just really fate
Or maybe y'all just fake
Credits
Writer(s): Zane Propatier
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