Soft Spot
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Moonlit talks in the skatepark
She in my Thrasher sweatshirt
Heel-flipped the bank for the first time
I'm the muhfuckin' man up in her mind
She remember more of my lyrics than I do
It's why I spit a little bit on the lip of the bowl
Rub my stick on her holes 'cause I'm sick with the flows
Me and shorty, gladiators goin' blow for blow
And the crickets in the calls see 'em seem assured it's on
She dry humping me so hard that I can't think straight
Which is just what I want
Hot breath crackle on my tongue like Pop Rocks
She tear my shirt half off like a box top
I rip her pants down the middle like Spongebob
For a moment, this is nice
And she ruins it
She ask where my head's at
Under any other circumstances, wouldn't arise
But I'm all in my feelings inside
My head's right here but my heart's over there
And it's hard so, can I get the head right here?
At this point in my life, I'm a waste of her time
'Cause I can't get you out the back of my mind
Every time it's over, I grow a little colder
The writings on my walls are missing
Songs and paper balls afflicted
They can read it on my face
They know, I got a soft spot for you and it shows
I tune out when you light my phone
I can't do hoes no more, yeah
Don't know what it is, I just know I'm stuck
Don't need a reason, just a little luck
I'm not a fan of fate
So if we turn the corner, know this:
I couldn't wait, I miss it
They know, I got a soft spot for you, does it show?
I feel what I feel and I want what I want
And it's your ass, if we're being real
Dumb smiles when we snap text
You're the only one I clean my car for
I wanna splurge on the fat checks
Vacay in the past tense, clink glasses, uh
Been looking forward to you all summer
You look tan as a motherfucker
I saw that picture you put up with the crop top on
That shit made me spit out my water
You might wanna write this down
I can be your friend, no doubt
We can chill and I'll never get weird
But get a few things straight
I still got it for you
And I'm young and passionate
So what's playin' it safe?
I wouldn't say that I'm caught up
I thinks it's more like swimming with the current
I go cold and you get brought up
Dribble in my eyes
Girls reach for the steel, they get crossed up
That's tunnel vision, maybe to a fault
I meet plenty women, none got the spark
Fittin', flirtin' through flippin' pages
We came this far, let's not be wasteful
I still feel the same
And you still so firm, yo
We'll probably never work out
But that don't mean that I won't try though
Every time it's over, I grow a little colder
The writings on my walls are missing
Songs and paper balls afflicted
They can read it on my face
They know, I got a soft spot for you and it shows
I tune out when you light my phone
I can't do hoes no more