HeartLikeIris - Marriott

I done hurt a pretty bitch who wanna text me
And September it be feeling like its last week now
Pop a perky, she was smoking on the jet stream
I don't wanna talk bad but I said I'm boutta slide on 'em
She just dropped the addy boutta ride on 'em
I know she just wanna fuck but I'm like
Why you never text me?
I was hurting last week
Even when I'm dead and gone, hope you think about me

Shawty know I talk too much but baby I can't help it
I could say some stupid shit but I can never tell when
Sometimes when you holding me you take my heart and melt it
Then you shoot me in the chest and ask me when the shells hit
Last time we were blacked out, think that we were 17
Uber to your parents crib you said that you would show me things
LED lights red and blue, the purp in my promethazine
Still don't think I'm over you, I still don't think your over me

I done hurt a pretty bitch who wanna text me
And September it be feeling like its last week now
Pop a perky, she was smoking on the jet stream
I don't wanna talk bad but I said I'm boutta slide on 'em
She just dropped the addy boutta ride on 'em
I know she just wanna fuck but I'm like
Why you never text me?
I was hurting last week
Even when I'm dead and gone, hope you think about me

I put you on the back burner, shawty
Left me with some anxiety
Backseat junkie
Damn she poppin' from A to Z
I'm nobody
But I still need you next to me
I don't wanna do this again but you keep haunting me
Call you back
Baby I don't know what to do
I'm so sad
I know I suck at loving you
I know that she hates it
I'm always debating
Whether I should knock on your door or keep waiting for you
When your with me, yeah I'm feeling OK
When you're not here I just wanna go away
Yeah I know your sad I can see it on your face
I'll be there in 30 baby, please don't go away

I done hurt a pretty bitch who wanna text me
And September it be feeling like its last week now
Pop a perky, she was smoking on the jet stream
I don't wanna talk bad but I said I'm boutta slide on 'em
She just dropped the addy boutta ride on 'em
I know she just wanna fuck but I'm like
Why you never text me?
I was hurting last week
Even when I'm dead and gone, hope you think about me

I got a HeartLikeIris
Got a HeartLikeIris

Written by:
Gus Miller

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