Written to Big Sean "Home Town"
I think I messed the memo
It was permanent, I thought it was just a demo
And it's my fault, I assume the logic matched the emotion
But it didn't, they mixed like oil in the ocean
Mr. Hayward why didn't you warn about the leak
I feel like the public...and she's BP
And it's unfair, as I'm speaking heart still bleeding
I thought I would catch a disease, instead I caught feelings
And that sums it up, that's the present in the future tense
And she's an angel, a present for you future gents
How did it just happen, best friends saying I told you so
"You should never put your heart on pause, silly ho"
And I agree with em, I'm just a hopeless roman-
tic...tic...tic...whoa man
Are you writing a song about her already? Hold it.
You just lost in a game where it's logic above all emotion.
So I'm here again, record 0-8
I wonder if they tell the truth when they try to say
That true love waits, if only they could say the day
Then I could save date, and then save my pay
Because out of all the money spent it's over in a flash
And damn it if I didn't listen to my mother claiming it was to fast
That it prolly won't last
I look back and laugh
At the...fact that she's always been proven right
And that I should listen no matter how much we tend to fight
I feel so far gone, Drake write a verse for me
I feel so fucking numb, somebody grab a hearse for me
I could die at anytime the way my heart feels
Like it broke to little pieces, Humpty Dumpty on banana peels
Ah...and here I thought she was the one
Now I'm confused about what exactly has been going on
Like...has she been lying and she's known all along
Or not, either way I end up all alone
I could probably bed a chick tonight
But I'm not a dick and then there's the hindsight
Cuz in a couple years, Imma recall it and all those memories
Actually in a couple years she won't even remember me
I'd put a million on it, I'm so forgettable
They say there's no comparison I take it as literal
But in that case, wouldn't it mean that they were lying
Or that they knew before hand that I would keep trying
To be the best, laid to rest is my belief in em
I'll switch em like my leathers or my denims
I should've saw it coming, I smell my heart roasting
Now I'll let it burn, logic above all emotion
And that's all I need to write, I bet I'll see you soon
I guess I'll tell my future wife to thank your ass too.
Agh...
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