Miss Me Lyrics

Good morning Ladies and Gentlemen

It's nine:thirteen AM

Feels like a cool winter morning with a slight breeze

You've tuned into 91.9 radio and this is Gerry as your host for today

This track we're about to play reminds me of my ex

Fuck that

Anyways, here's Fitch with the album

P.s. I'm Good, Love

Enjoy

It's One AM in the morning

I had the vibes like we were just zoning

Kicking dope shit

Dumb shit

Cupid reloaded

Well check it out now

New flame feeling like it was just some Lofi

You ain't doubt it

I said I got it like a gold mine

Shoot dice get lucky

Rolling up the number nine

Two times I passed the bet

Now we out of sight

Oh man, plane taking off in about five

Check the watch Fifteen 'til two

Now we feeling high

Nothing to do

We fool around 'til we hit noon

Damn girl, you coming soon like I'm the 1 for you

Slide slow down in the slide slopes

Got you with your hopes up

Is it just the pedicure

Yeah, I'm sure that it was the cure to the soul

She fein for more, still tryna figure out if it's placebo

But now she breathe slow

Don't check the watch cause it's never time to go

Now you know

Now you know cause Fitchsz said so

Caller number one, tell them about your heartbreak

Going out on vacation

The feelings amazing

Used to have your heart feeling like it was just racing

Now why the times change

Yeah, it feels like the booze won't ever ease the pain

Let's change the rules cause they only feel like chains

Only wanted to change your name but

It feels like it hit a soul train

Going off like Cobain

No pain, No shame

Cause I always lost the game

But it's alright with me, nobody to blame

Can't put the blame on you girl

But who do you blame caller number two

Alright, meanwhile she's still talking were gonna keep the album going for its entirety

This is Fitchsz

P.s. I'm Good, Love

And I be

Feeling like you ain't ever gonna miss me cause I

Been living in another city

And now I

Sit here broken hearted with the bubbly thinking

How different

It could've been probably

Make it down to the ground

Tryna save the volley, balling on these fools

But still ain't got no one by me

Now I'd probably lose

If it's me against myself

I ain't hitting snooze

Hop on the whip

Take the city, cruising like a tour bus

Thinking about the times it was just the two of us

But it was for the better

Yeah it was a must

But now I write these letters

Thank you baby, I've been doing better

And now I got to take a breath

I've been playing checkers

You've been playing chess

Girl, what a mess

Fuck

What a mess