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heylog ‎
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heylog ‎
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Songtexte

Moving swift, moving clean All my thrift big on me And I look goofy when I see Order double in XL When my body lean as hell And it's all because I'm well Maybe I should get clothes That I fit for my size There are barely I own Jacket got holes in it But Ima still throw it on Cause I don't care if it's ripped You'll never know You'll never know Where she had went and where'd she go I wanna leave I wanna leave I wonder what is stopping me She loves borrowing my wardrobe Said I smell good, so you wear all of my clothes And they come back smelling like her Next thing you know she has my whole attire I'll wait Till you make your mind up She wants Everything I wear cause All of It is oversized The sleeves are Well below her thighs Don't take Every single thing I own Cause I'll Need it back before you go And she Wonders why I said that I'm not Confident that this'll last You ever think about where I been? You ever think about who we was? Cause I do But I just pretend I don't care about us She's always apologetic to me But when did you ever do anything Cause I don't I hope you will never forget about home And she always tried on my clothes I pretend and fake it all What you don't know Oh, you don't know Keeping secrets way too long And I cannot continue this I'm struggling to exist And you don't know Oh, you don't know Thoughts begin to overflow You would ask for an extra large to wear But I only have double X in there Oh but she'll wear anything that I give So next time I'll come over with your cares Shutting me down, wake up from REM I had a dream of us both laying in bed But when I woke up I thought that it was real I tried to go back to sleep to get a feel Of what it was like again to see your eyes I knew it was impossible if I tried Now I'm just laying here, eyelids open I stare into darkness tryna see objects The only thing I see is my closet ahead The same one that bears a certain turtle neck The same closet that's got my 'retta encaged The same closet that's got my locked up 12 gauge And here are these nights I spend alone Turn off the lights, open window Jump into bed, plug in my phone When I still got 90% left to go And I fall asleep, but before I do I sit in silence for an hour or two These vivid thoughts get into view And this what it sound like when I dream of you
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