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Wassup, oh my, you're on my mind Wassup, oh my, you're on my mind again Wear this pink tracksuit for you Man this Baby Phat is so cute I walk past trying to catch a view I saw you look but played it off cool I'm just hoping that you would call me You been all on my mind lately I'm missing all the vibes in the time that you gave me I just need one night so you please come and save me I just want to know what you're up to If I dial your number, would you pull up would you come through Lighting up your phone with a text would it send through Hope I'm not blocked on the 'gram, I DM'd you Teenage heartthrob, giving me all heart problems Teenage heartthrob, you giving me all heart problems I fell in love with еvery little thing about you You broke my heart in thе summer what am I s'posed to do? I fell in love with every little thing about you You broke my heart in the summer what am I s'posed to do? I freaked out just a little bit 'Cause I forget what I'm even waking up for I'm over it I feel like Frankie I'm trying hard to forget you When everything was so simple I hate the fact that I miss you Might dye my hair pink 'cause you dyed yours gray Just a couple kids trying to dye our problems away In attempt to hide the fact that we're scared of the change But I'd be lying if I didn't take a second to say (to say) That you can call me if you need me I'll be there I'm trying to drive around wind blowing through your hair And even if your friends hate me now I don't care We can play our music loud, if they see us let 'em stare I fell in love with every little thing about you You broke my heart in the summer what am I s'posed to do? I fell in love with every little thing about you You broke my heart in the summer what am I s'posed to do? You don't call no more So I don't check my phone You don't call no more So I don't check my phone Everybody knows I support the local musicians I mean, I'm like the voice of the local scene But, if the basement show etiquette doesn't improve I'm going have to stop going to the shows If you go to a show, tip the performers Ask pronouns Oh, and stop leaving cigarettes on the ground
Writer(s): Gabrielle Kearney, Tyrhin Richardson, Deiondre Abernathy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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