heartbreak. // The Mourning After

I've been on the road since Trump stepped in office
Friendships dissolving
Held this shit together
IV be the solvent
If you're burning bridges I just step back and Marvel
Playing old cartoons
Nothing like nostalgia dose to bring me back to my home
Fight your demons while I bottle my own
Can't be a rapper, all these damn love songs
I'm singing to myself, write and post them up on my wall
Eleven years old, I used to write on your wall
Twelve years old, the same shit as before
Thirteen, I wisened up
Got a hold of my balls
Asked you out, you said no
Then teared up at the court
A learning moment, had to keep my back straight
If you're down and out you'll only end in last place
And looking back you wasn't really cute in that way
But even so I stopped and listened what you had to say
Aye

Early morning crafting
Early morning acting
It's the morning after
The mourning after you
Early morning acting
It's the morning after
The mourning after you

Skip a couple years
Fifteen, i'm thinking fuck these bitches
Jaded just a little bit
Gaming at my brother crib
Sixteen, I tried out for the team but end up getting kicked
Apparently Italian's the only thing that coach could fit
Is what it is, I didn't throw a fit
And Sanford said the track team's got an opening
True that
I'm running 'til my feet turn blue-black
Forty five, forty six seconds on the watch
The wind hit my back
I'm channeling impala, they prey
Forget the simple fact
Running's been my answer to everything so i'm going back
Back to a time when ain't this
Half fucking shy kid he
Hang with the popular kids
Like who you kidding
Got a girlfriend now
Hope the day don't have to come when I sit her down
And let her know that the man you loving so dearly won't stick around
Think of me soon as she hears this sound
Yea

Early morning crafting
Early morning acting
It's the morning after
The mourning after you
Early morning acting
It's the morning after
The mourning after you

Is what it is, I didn't throw a fit
And Sanford said the track team's got an opening
True that
I'm running til' my feet turn blue-black
Forty five, forty six seconds on the watch
The wind hit my back
I'm channeling impala, they prey
Forget the simple fact
Running's been my answer to everything so i'm going back
Back to a time when ain't this
Half fucking shy kid he
Hang with the popular kids
Like who you kidding, got a

Heartbreak
Heartbreak
Heartbreak
Heartbreak