Much Love
I couldn't have you fight for me
She talk about me like I'm crazy
Yeah I'm not right in the head
Keep that same energy what you said
Cause when the time comes
You'll be right here
But I won't wipe your tears
But I'm not trippin over my girl (my girl)
Not a girl that I trust in this whole world (whole world)
We went from breaking up to talking once more (once more)
To breaking up again and fucking once more (once more)
I hate the shit we making up
Patty cake and plastic cups
Bouta truth or dare just to get a womans touch
I feel like lately I been running outta luck
Talking to baddest bitches, but my feelings stuck
Smoking to get higher
Light my joint with your fire
Leave me now I'm tired
I hate how I'm feeling
I can't move on if im still healing
Texts and DMs appealing
Till em texts go green
And I swiped right, left her ass on seen
But I'm not trippin over any girl (any girl)
Nah I wouldn't fold not for any girl (any girl)
Even if her ass fat
And her waist so slim
And her ex is so short he couldn't touch the rim (touch the rim)
And her friends wanna get to know me
But the chances slim
They always movin slowly (moving slowly)
Aye we made it past thanksgiving
Doesn't mean your ass stays till christmas
You don't get to see my family's drama thats my family's business (business)
She falls out with distance
That's how it plays out
Talking with resistance
Her friends are her witness
How could you miss this
How could you flip this
In love and in sickness
I couldn't have you fight for me (for me)
She talk about me like I'm crazy
She talk about me like I'm crazy
Yeah I'm not right in the head
Keep that same energy what you said
Cause when the time comes
You'll be right here
But I won't wipe your tears
But I'm not trippin over my girl (my girl)
Not a girl that I trust in this whole world (whole world)
We went from breaking up to talking once more (once more)
To breaking up again and fucking once more (once more)
I hate the shit we making up
Patty cake and plastic cups
Bouta truth or dare just to get a womans touch
I feel like lately I been running outta luck
Talking to baddest bitches, but my feelings stuck
Smoking to get higher
Light my joint with your fire
Leave me now I'm tired
I hate how I'm feeling
I can't move on if im still healing
Texts and DMs appealing
Till em texts go green
And I swiped right, left her ass on seen
But I'm not trippin over any girl (any girl)
Nah I wouldn't fold not for any girl (any girl)
Even if her ass fat
And her waist so slim
And her ex is so short he couldn't touch the rim (touch the rim)
And her friends wanna get to know me
But the chances slim
They always movin slowly (moving slowly)
Aye we made it past thanksgiving
Doesn't mean your ass stays till christmas
You don't get to see my family's drama thats my family's business (business)
She falls out with distance
That's how it plays out
Talking with resistance
Her friends are her witness
How could you miss this
How could you flip this
In love and in sickness
I couldn't have you fight for me (for me)
She talk about me like I'm crazy
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Writer(s): Thomas Perrone
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