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Artfully Feeling
Stop now.
Sweet charm,
Head turn into neck break.
If being real was currency,
Girl you'd be priceless.
Heart waking up bored.
Presented with a new challenge.
Mind waking up torn,
How the hell do we try to manage?
The spliff carry away my damage.
Then I can't feel,
The feeling so real,
Numbing it still will not kill,
Still I be stuck in my feels,
Girl I just think about you,
Whenever.
How long you think I can hear?
Forever.
If you were mine,
betrayal would be never.
Living out a dream of me and you.
Together.
Wondering how many licks does it take?
To get to the center of your broken heart?
Watching you down just tears me apart.
Lend your me your pain and aid in my art.
Where do we start?
Again.
Where do we start?
Again.
Before,
I wanted you screaming my name.
Now I'm just happy you know who I am.
Because I still got some growing to do.
A nigga got to learn how to be,
Happy for you.
Even it hurts me.
I'll be happy for you.
Even if my smile wants to go down.
I'll be happy for you.
Happy for you.
In the abyss of your forgotten memories,
I'll still be happy for you.
Sweet charm,
Head turn into neck break.
If being real was currency,
Girl you'd be priceless.
Heart waking up bored.
Presented with a new challenge.
Mind waking up torn,
How the hell do we try to manage?
The spliff carry away my damage.
Then I can't feel,
The feeling so real,
Numbing it still will not kill,
Still I be stuck in my feels,
Girl I just think about you,
Whenever.
How long you think I can hear?
Forever.
If you were mine,
betrayal would be never.
Living out a dream of me and you.
Together.
Wondering how many licks does it take?
To get to the center of your broken heart?
Watching you down just tears me apart.
Lend your me your pain and aid in my art.
Where do we start?
Again.
Where do we start?
Again.
Before,
I wanted you screaming my name.
Now I'm just happy you know who I am.
Because I still got some growing to do.
A nigga got to learn how to be,
Happy for you.
Even it hurts me.
I'll be happy for you.
Even if my smile wants to go down.
I'll be happy for you.
Happy for you.
In the abyss of your forgotten memories,
I'll still be happy for you.
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