This ain't a record I thought I'd be recording
Stuck inside, I tried making me plans, things ain't going according
Gave myself two months to figure things out and have my shit sorted
Finished school in June, over the moon, a graduate in August, okay
I'm lying when I say over the moon
And it ain't due to lack of trying
I really tried to f*ck with school
After finals, them kids be crying
Like, f*ck is wrong with you?
But I recognize it's a sign they care about the shit they do
Plan was simple
Make some bops get a job
Save up a buck to make a video
Chains, cars, a few props
Put together a makeshift studio, had the AC off
Shit's too loud, got no booth
Summer was as hot as my bars
Well, then you make an appearance
Decided Imma hold off on romance
I feared interference
Friends for eight months
Oh man, the attraction was clear
You tell me you worried you getting attached
That was my fear
'Cause honestly likewise
Shit's getting serious
You mad I don't look in your eyes
Allow you through the tough exterior
Was worried them feelings ain't real, a honeymoon period
I held back, look at me now writing songs Shakespearean
You tell me I should leave it
I can stop grieving, you're the reason
We talk things over and I talk about my past
You say your ex was an Omar, and how that didn't last
Plus I'm a Scorpio, and astrologically, that's like bad
I tell her I'm something else, and she's like where have I heard that?
Was a kid when we met, grew a decade in a few months
Started thinking in twos, spent my life thinking in ones
Acting smarter with my funds
Seems like you could be the one
Stressing if I'm ready or not but f*ck it we only live once
I mean it's clear we ain't just friends
Why we tried to play pretend?
I guess we had the same means
I guess we had different ends
Wanna build a time machine to get back them months we didn't spend
When we were in between
Got me thinking"what coulda been?"
Not up to luck
Yeah, Imma make it, I will chance it
Imma make it independent, Imma Chance it
Fell in love, you got me waxing romantic
Got me wanting to get you a ring so gigantic
Seasons, you tell me I should leave it
I can stop grieving, you're the reason
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This ain't a record I thought I'd be recording
Stuck inside, I tried making me plans, things ain't going according
Gave myself two months to figure things out and have my shit sorted
Finished school in June, over the moon, a graduate in August, okay
I'm lying when I say over the moon
And it ain't due to lack of trying
I really tried to f*ck with school
After finals, them kids be crying
Like, f*ck is wrong with you?
But I recognize it's a sign they care about the shit they do
Plan was simple
Make some bops get a job
Save up a buck to make a video
Chains, cars, a few props
Put together a makeshift studio, had the AC off
Shit's too loud, got no booth
Summer was as hot as my bars
Well, then you make an appearance
Decided Imma hold off on romance
I feared interference
Friends for eight months
Oh man, the attraction was clear
You tell me you worried you getting attached
That was my fear
'Cause honestly likewise
Shit's getting serious
You mad I don't look in your eyes
Allow you through the tough exterior
Was worried them feelings ain't real, a honeymoon period
I held back, look at me now writing songs Shakespearean
You tell me I should leave it
I can stop grieving, you're the reason
We talk things over and I talk about my past
You say your ex was an Omar, and how that didn't last
Plus I'm a Scorpio, and astrologically, that's like bad
I tell her I'm something else, and she's like where have I heard that?
Was a kid when we met, grew a decade in a few months
Started thinking in twos, spent my life thinking in ones
Acting smarter with my funds
Seems like you could be the one
Stressing if I'm ready or not but f*ck it we only live once
I mean it's clear we ain't just friends
Why we tried to play pretend?
I guess we had the same means
I guess we had different ends
Wanna build a time machine to get back them months we didn't spend
When we were in between
Got me thinking"what coulda been?"
Not up to luck
Yeah, Imma make it, I will chance it
Imma make it independent, Imma Chance it
Fell in love, you got me waxing romantic
Got me wanting to get you a ring so gigantic
Seasons, you tell me I should leave it
I can stop grieving, you're the reason
Stuck inside, I tried making me plans, things ain't going according
Gave myself two months to figure things out and have my shit sorted
Finished school in June, over the moon, a graduate in August, okay
I'm lying when I say over the moon
And it ain't due to lack of trying
I really tried to f*ck with school
After finals, them kids be crying
Like, f*ck is wrong with you?
But I recognize it's a sign they care about the shit they do
Plan was simple
Make some bops get a job
Save up a buck to make a video
Chains, cars, a few props
Put together a makeshift studio, had the AC off
Shit's too loud, got no booth
Summer was as hot as my bars
Well, then you make an appearance
Decided Imma hold off on romance
I feared interference
Friends for eight months
Oh man, the attraction was clear
You tell me you worried you getting attached
That was my fear
'Cause honestly likewise
Shit's getting serious
You mad I don't look in your eyes
Allow you through the tough exterior
Was worried them feelings ain't real, a honeymoon period
I held back, look at me now writing songs Shakespearean
You tell me I should leave it
I can stop grieving, you're the reason
We talk things over and I talk about my past
You say your ex was an Omar, and how that didn't last
Plus I'm a Scorpio, and astrologically, that's like bad
I tell her I'm something else, and she's like where have I heard that?
Was a kid when we met, grew a decade in a few months
Started thinking in twos, spent my life thinking in ones
Acting smarter with my funds
Seems like you could be the one
Stressing if I'm ready or not but f*ck it we only live once
I mean it's clear we ain't just friends
Why we tried to play pretend?
I guess we had the same means
I guess we had different ends
Wanna build a time machine to get back them months we didn't spend
When we were in between
Got me thinking"what coulda been?"
Not up to luck
Yeah, Imma make it, I will chance it
Imma make it independent, Imma Chance it
Fell in love, you got me waxing romantic
Got me wanting to get you a ring so gigantic
Seasons, you tell me I should leave it
I can stop grieving, you're the reason
Writer: Omar Mansour
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