MY LOVE / FUCK HER (Aug 28 2022) Lyrics

You miles away but I still feel your touch

We still young they call it teenage love

We still dumb we ain't even know how to love

But we stick through even when times was tough

October baby my emotions control me

Asking where my lady? I been lonely

Just need her to hold me

By my side, she the only one I never call a phony

I hit her up, but we time zones apart

When it light for me, for you it dark

But that don't stop me for your heart

I keep going and reach for the cart

Few months in, this just the start

I see them all throw darts

But I'm just tryna make it on the charts

So pinky promise we'll never depart

I ain't tryna hit no button to restart

Your body not just apart of you, it's an art

Anxiety reach and I need some coping

But I ain't one to get high like them dope fiends

Say you lied but you already told me

My fault, blame it on the last bitch she controlled me

You miles away but I still feel your touch

We still young they call it teenage love

We still dumb we ain't even know how to love

But we stick through even when times was tough

And I'm still tryna reach for the top

Age ain't a lot, fifteen, I can't even drive

Fifteen, I still got the drive

Kill the game, left hand holding a knife

Fuck for the fame they just deny

Feel I'm in the room where it all just lies

Can't get the bigger picture, I'm asking "why?"

They ain't want my best even when I tried

Went eye for eye, but now my love blind

Gave you everything but a tatted name

And now you tryna switch lanes

I'm wondering how I'm not insane

Cus the way they blame, you wouldn't think I'd stay sane

Crazy how easily she put shane on my name, I hope it rain when you see my grave

Cus I want you to cry when you see me dead

Want you to the feel the pain I felt in my head

Awake I lie in my bed

In the silence I clear my throat, like I got strept

Got me by a rope wrapped around my neck

Now our love dead

Feel summer making these days more short

Like I'm here for half the game, I ain't see the full court

She call me a hoe, but she the real whore

I touch the sky my feet, no longer touch the floor

On repeat she ask for more

(Baby I can't do this anymore)

But this ain't even love, you just obsessed

Praying on my downfall, while I pray for success

Got a date with destiny and I'm well dressed

And I ain't mean to make you upset

Write down my problems, I speak my regrets

This ain't love when I feel you on the other side the fence

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