[Chorus]
I'm sittin' here writin, while she probably makin' memories
Lyrics after lyrics, can someone please send her these?
I need her off my mind, I gave her so much energy
We used to talk daily, now she turned into an enemy
We used to talk daily, now she said "Trav, you dead to me!"
She ripped out my heart, there's no more love left in me
Talkin' on the phone, shе really got the best of mе
And writing these songs, man, I think she got the rest of me
[Verse]
I think she got the rest of me, 96%
Graduating High School really fixed my broken mind
Now it's all twisted cuz that girl from July
That girl from July, I wanna hit rewind
And go back to the days when I could've called her mine
I swear, sometimes I wanna go back in time
But, I can't time travel like Marty McFly
So I gotta live with pain! How stupid was I?
To let a girl get me, to let her inside
Up in my brain, I'm fine, that's a lie!
I don't think I'm fine, but my face will never show it
I'm a rapper, I'm a poet, my time's comin' , I just know it
I know it, I just know it, my depression ain't for nothin' (ain't for nothin' !)
God's on my side, best believe He'll give me somethin'
It's Friday the 27th, and I'm feelin' so much pain
I really wanna cry, I wanna stand out in the rain
Okay, now that my thoughts are out the way
Let's go back to being shattered, and I still can't find my way
Thought I escaped depression droppin' 'Memory Lane'
(15)
But I feel worse than I did, damn, back to my old ways!
On May 28th, I cut who I thought was fake
But I didn't cut enough, I had to do a double take
I can never go to sleep, I just never wanna wake
My life's been on the gas, I just need to hit the brakes
[Chorus]
I'm sittin' here writin, while she probably makin' memories
Lyrics after lyrics, can someone please send her these?
I need her off my mind (please) , I gave her so much energy
We used to talk daily, now she turned into an enemy
We used to talk daily, now she said "Trav, you dead to me!"
She ripped out my heart, there's no more love left in me
Talkin' on the phone, she really got the best of me
And writing these songs, man, I think she got the rest of me (rest of me)
I'm sittin' here writin, while she probably makin' memories
Lyrics after lyrics, can someone please send her these?
I need her off my mind, I gave her so much energy
We used to talk daily, now she turned into an enemy
We used to talk daily, now she said "Trav, you dead to me!"
She ripped out my heart, there's no more love left in me
Talkin' on the phone, shе really got the best of mе
And writing these songs, man, I think she got the rest of me
[Verse]
I think she got the rest of me, 96%
Graduating High School really fixed my broken mind
Now it's all twisted cuz that girl from July
That girl from July, I wanna hit rewind
And go back to the days when I could've called her mine
I swear, sometimes I wanna go back in time
But, I can't time travel like Marty McFly
So I gotta live with pain! How stupid was I?
To let a girl get me, to let her inside
Up in my brain, I'm fine, that's a lie!
I don't think I'm fine, but my face will never show it
I'm a rapper, I'm a poet, my time's comin' , I just know it
I know it, I just know it, my depression ain't for nothin' (ain't for nothin' !)
God's on my side, best believe He'll give me somethin'
It's Friday the 27th, and I'm feelin' so much pain
I really wanna cry, I wanna stand out in the rain
Okay, now that my thoughts are out the way
Let's go back to being shattered, and I still can't find my way
Thought I escaped depression droppin' 'Memory Lane'
(15)
But I feel worse than I did, damn, back to my old ways!
On May 28th, I cut who I thought was fake
But I didn't cut enough, I had to do a double take
I can never go to sleep, I just never wanna wake
My life's been on the gas, I just need to hit the brakes
[Chorus]
I'm sittin' here writin, while she probably makin' memories
Lyrics after lyrics, can someone please send her these?
I need her off my mind (please) , I gave her so much energy
We used to talk daily, now she turned into an enemy
We used to talk daily, now she said "Trav, you dead to me!"
She ripped out my heart, there's no more love left in me
Talkin' on the phone, she really got the best of me
And writing these songs, man, I think she got the rest of me (rest of me)
( TT17 )
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