The Fugitives

On the backseat of my mind
I think about you all the time
I wish that I could've told you
All the things you put me through

I think about you all the time
I even dream of you at night
You know it's hard for me
See you happy with someone else

And you got away with it
It's all in the atmosphere
Cause I used to be your bitch
Fucking around like I had nothing left to lose

And you call me on the phone
You want me all alone
You just want me to
Have you on your own

And how many shitty verses
Do I have to rap about
Cause I'm not a fucking rapper
I just want to tell you all the things about
All the things about me
All the things about you
I had to cut you off before I ended up killing myself

On the backseat of my mind
I think about you all the time
I wish that I could've told you
All the things you put me through

I think about you all the time
I even dream of you at night
You know it's hard for me
See you happy with someone else

On the backseat of my mind
Think about you all the time
On the backseat of my mind
Think about you all the time

On the backseat of my mind
Think about you all the time
On the backseat of my mind
I Think about you all the time

Time
Time
Time
Time

I think about you all the time



Credits
Writer(s): Nicolas Alexandre
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