I wish she could know, how much I love her so
I dream of quiet nights, where I'm warm by the time I spend with you
And the cold out there, I can bear, when I'm with you
Ballerina superstar, kills my heart, as I'm begging for the burger combo meal, ultra large
Put me down like a mule, in the kebabby smoking area, huffing blems like a ghoul
I was so zoned out, thinking of you, so I can't hear the cashier
Screaming, the old, catch 22
That was the number, vicariously tattooed, on the back of their proof of revenue
Moving on is such a pain, you put me through, that's why I need the food
See myself in the future, having to talk to any girl that isn't you
Doesn't seem to good, I listen to this cursive in my ear
A product of all the sniffed gear
Jeez, you're really grating my gears, hun
Yo mind the ears hun
I can't let the dbs get too loud
I gotta keep these ears on supersonic sound
Cause I got tracks to mix
You wouldn't hear this on Spotify with the right lufs
If I didn't take time to read these books
It's a lot
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I wish she could know, how much I love her so
(That's not funny, funny, funny)