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devin dabney - thursday lyrics

[intro]
okay, you can do this
type it out, send it to her, forget about it
okay, yeah

[verse 1]
i’m a victim of cupid’s scorn
ever since you been gone
i’ve had recurring dreams every night about the dudes you bone
i know that by my side is where you belong
who was wrong? it doesn’t matter, i refuse to go on
any longer without you
i don’t doubt you are doing better than ever, whether or not i out you
i’m the one that’s stuck, how do i get out?
do i admit my wrongs – grab foot, and insert into mouth? ugh
admittedly, don’t really believe it’s me
who should apologize, all those guys that you had at your feet
tending to every need that i did not ever see
you see, you seek attention from everybody but me
either through animosity, or possibly consciously
living out subconscious, perceive that’s it all a part of the glee
claiming i was too harsh, and n-body got you but me
despite all of their attempts, i should tryin’ to find peace?
how could you fault me for feeling like i was lost in a million
decisions, locked in a building that’s getting hotter, the sealing
is peeling off of the ceiling, i’m keeling over, revealing
some real exposure, appealing for healing over my spirit
now i diss you only because i miss you
wishing that i could kiss you, that that wasn’t an issue
that we were still official, that i didn’t dismiss you
don’t know what i was thinking, knowing i can’t resist you
feeling so artificial, that cutting through all the sinew
shows a hollow body that’s cold, a living igloo that
froze and got n-body that’s close and beneficial
so i embody the woes wrote in this scripture
now my windows are tinted, i’m sprinting from what’s beginning
you know that you bad as f-ck – you so bad, it made me demented
i’m sitting back in the storeroom, admitting that in this courtroom
of sinning, i am complaining, i’m judging and i’m defending
cycle is never-ending, bible holds no repentance
vital organs submitting – died in orbit mid-mission
trying, hoping and fishing, fighting off a remission
dying hope was admission, tiding over attrition

[interlude]
okay, i can send this
yeah, i know you gotta get this
she’s seen it

[verse 2]
on and off, she would text again
but i knew she ain’t really want to talk to me
she was gone with an even better man
and i know now she ain’t ever wanted me

[outro]
next message
devin, why are you not answering your phone?
people want to see you
[?]
this is -censored-, by the way, i think he’s calling back
and why is your phone off? did your phone die?
that’s all i got
i just-

- devin dabney lyrics

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