Issues
(Jake ROHM, wake up)
You was certain
When you said, I would miss you
I admit it
Think I still want to kiss you
It was always my fault
What's the issue
Got me falling out the sky
Broken missile
Got me writing with my pencil
Love letters, broken hearts
That's the issue
Now you crying
Need some tissue
Love letters, broken hearts
Think I miss you
Yeah
What's the issue
It was always my fault
I admit to it
I was wrong, but my pride got me confused
Upset because what A nigga put you through
Late nights you were sneaking through my call log
Wake up, now A nigga getting stalled on
She like, who this bitch you texting
Would be like, baby girl you tripping
Couldn't see it, but your heart it started ripping
I was playing with you
Girl you ain't no scrimmage, no
Thinking back while i'm scrolling through your pictures, lord
You my heart I treat your sister's like my sister's, girl
I remember you used to take all of my pictures, girl
And when it was cold, we would snuggle in the wintertime
Know I was wrong, but I'm trying to correct my vision now
Know I was wrong, but I'm trying to correct my vision now
You was certain
When you said I would miss you
I admit it, think I still wanna kiss you
It was always my fault
What's the issue
Got me falling out the sky
Broken missile
Got me writing with my pencil
Love letters, broken hearts
That's the issue
Now you crying
Need some tissue
Love letters, broken hearts
Think I miss you
You was certain
When you said, I would miss you
I admit it
Think I still want to kiss you
It was always my fault
What's the issue
Got me falling out the sky
Broken missile
Got me writing with my pencil
Love letters, broken hearts
That's the issue
Now you crying
Need some tissue
Love letters, broken hearts
Think I miss you
Yeah
What's the issue
It was always my fault
I admit to it
I was wrong, but my pride got me confused
Upset because what A nigga put you through
Late nights you were sneaking through my call log
Wake up, now A nigga getting stalled on
She like, who this bitch you texting
Would be like, baby girl you tripping
Couldn't see it, but your heart it started ripping
I was playing with you
Girl you ain't no scrimmage, no
Thinking back while i'm scrolling through your pictures, lord
You my heart I treat your sister's like my sister's, girl
I remember you used to take all of my pictures, girl
And when it was cold, we would snuggle in the wintertime
Know I was wrong, but I'm trying to correct my vision now
Know I was wrong, but I'm trying to correct my vision now
You was certain
When you said I would miss you
I admit it, think I still wanna kiss you
It was always my fault
What's the issue
Got me falling out the sky
Broken missile
Got me writing with my pencil
Love letters, broken hearts
That's the issue
Now you crying
Need some tissue
Love letters, broken hearts
Think I miss you
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