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(TRIPPIE REDD TYPE OF FLOW) Song is about a guy whose girlfriend left after telling him she loved him and about how stuck he is on her even after she's gone.
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You
Saw me on my best days
Even on my worst days
You saw me in the best ways
Now I cannot figure out
Where you have gone
They say you reap what you have sown
Oh no
Was I too much
Was I not enough
I know I broke your heart
But I saw you as someone tuff
I put the weight of my world on you
I guess that was the final touch
I'm so lost without you
Said you'd never ever leave me
You said that you were in love
The one thing you always called cheesy
Why'd you have to deceive me
Now my heart won't stop bleeding
Feelings are depleting
Body growing numb
Did you stop believing
When did you stop believing
I-- remember the way we use to touch
Your touch it was enough
Angel from above
They say love is for the birds
Watch me grow wings a sore
Hope I don't get gunned down like these clubs
I just might be a jian(g n) because I can't fly without you
Can't breathe breaths grow short like a haiku
High key I miss you
It sucks I can not kiss you
Bullet to the grave
The way these clips keep playing
Keep me relapsed in my head
Razor to my wrist
I call that relaxed in my bed
I rather be better but probably be better off dead
But not before I tell you what I said
Because if I never say it to you I might just have to shed
A tear or two
Long days filled with missing you
When I just wanna be laid in bed kissing you
That's all I want to do
Because when I'm with you
I feel like I know the truth
So for you I'll spill my pain in the booth
I heard someone say that music has the power to soothe
Tell me if that's the move
Because wherever you are
I'll come running to
Your voice it was my muse
I can't help it I'm stuck like glue
I'm holding on tight
I just can't let go of you
Bullet to the grave
The way these clips keep playing
Keep me relapsed in my head
Razor to my wrist
I call that relaxed in my bed
I rather be better but probably be better off dead
But not before I tell you what I said
Because if I never say it to you I might just have to shed
A tear or two
© Jordan Lewis 2019
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