SEVEN2TWO

Mental state like Florida weather
You can't keep your shit together
Put you on just like a sweater
We both know I wore it better
Well damn
Hard to stay friends with such a big man
I mean like really big
I'm just a fan
I'm just a fool
I gave a guy a chance stacking
Seven to two
Yeah I thought I needed to
But I don't think we need to talk
Time has gone by
Not counting time you took up
It's done
Got your back pocket bitches
Got your off-brand renditions
Is that why we didn't work out
Is that why you're calling me now
Hit the fan already
On your lonely boy like
No one gets me
Mental state like Florida weather
You can't keep your shit together
Put you on just like a sweater
We both know I wore it better
Well damn
Hard to stay friends with such a big man
I mean like really big
I'm just a fan
I'm just a fool
I gave a guy a chance stacking
Seven to two
If you shoot below the belt
Then I gotta go harder
Send this to your mama
From her favorite daughter
Send this to your friends
They're the fucking worst
They won't call you out
So I'll make sure this burns
Cause this is how you wanted it
Right
Involving anyone and everyone
Might
Wanna work on that self-awareness
Or get a job
I should be embarrassed
But I'm not
Wore that mask so tight it hurt
It took a lot of strength to take you at your word
Won't turn your shit around
I'll be in a San Lorenzo
When your ship goes down yeah
So I'm telling you now
Deep cleaning and I'm sorting it out
Deeper meanings and I'm meaning 'em now
No good in beating around
Yeah yeah
Mental state like Florida weather
You can't keep your shit together
Put you on just like a sweater
We both know I wore it better
Like damn
Hard to stay friends with such a big man
I mean like really big
I'm just a fan
I'm just a fool
I gave a guy a chance stacking
Seven to two
I think I dodged a bullet
What the fuck



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Writer(s): Peter Iskander, Natalie Carroll, Michael Ramsey, John Mccall
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