Mynus_grey - Sweatshirt

So baby give me back my sweatshirt
That red hoodie that you stole from me
I don't care if it was warm 'cause you went fucking cold on me
I can't tell you how many times I went through my rosary
To land back with your girlfriends saying you still ain't got over me
So give me back my flannel and my jacket and my t-shirt
Give me back the times when I lied that I didn't need you
Let's kick back and just go to my crib and just roll the weed up
Put our feet up and say "fuck the whole world, we don't need love"

See I'm a bit possessive
Wait that's a misperception
My vision clouded by love, hatred, and adolescence
I keep it chilly like prom nights with the silver dresses
I'ma just live my life say fuck about the consequences
I could never stay mad at you got the cutest fucking clothes
You looking sweeter than apple juice
Got a couple bad vices, they're my worse fucking attribute
You can swing around my house by the avenue

If you drop by bring me back my sweatshirt
That red hoodie that you stole from me
I don't care if it was warm 'cause you went fucking cold on me
I can't tell you how many times I went through my rosary
To land back with your girlfriends saying you still ain't got over me
So give me back my flannel and my jacket and my t-shirt
Give me back the times when I lied that I didn't need you
Let's kick back and just go to my crib and just roll the weed up
Put our feet up and say "fuck the whole world, we don't need love"

Nah, we don't need that shit
See you walking around town rocking that green necklace
The one I bought for your birthday
And you can read my lips
That when I said that I'm over you, didn't mean that shit
But you know me way too well to let me lie to your face
You know when I look down I'm trying to hide my disgrace
The truth is I'm in a place, it feels like I'm gonna break
I gotta break out of it, so I rhyme to escape
Baby, please don't try to lie to me
Please don't come and cry to me
Please don't say you're sorry appeal to the other side of me
Don't go through my Instagram respect my fucking privacy
And if you want to vibe with me than come

But make sure you bring my sweatshirt
That one you stole from me
To keep me warm for the next time that you go cold on me
And I been going through my rosaries
So don't sell me that fake shit try to tell me you got over me
Oh, and also bring my t-shirt
And those text messages claiming I didn't need you?
I was bluffing, baby we should roll the weed up
We should put our fucking feet up
I guess we don't really need love

Written by:
Jack McCarthy

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