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Jump

 

Jump


Jump, some days I just wanna fucking jump
Jump, some days I just wanna fucking jump

Next time you see me I'll be supersized
You can catch me on a billboard on your morning drive
Late or early dying at your nine to five
Two kids and a house but no sex life
Call me up, say you heard my songs
Ask where I been, asking 'bout my moms
But I don't wanna talk about where we went wrong
Let's put it in the past 'cause I've moved on

Jump, some days I just wanna fucking jump
We making all these strides, making jumps
But some days I just wanna fucking jump
We keep coming up
Jump, some days I just wanna fucking jump
We making all these strides, making jumps
But some days I just wanna fucking jump
We keep coming up

Jealous girls are ugly but I'm still making money
You don't know me, baby, my heart gets broken daily
Don't you ever hit me up or phone up
I been busy grinding all the time
Gr gr grinding all the time

Next time you see me I'll be supersized
You can catch me on a billboard on your morning drive
Late or early dying at your nine to five
Two kids and a house but no sex life

Jump, some days I just wanna fucking jump
We making all these strides, making jumps
But some days I just wanna fucking jump
We keep coming up
Jump, some days I just wanna fucking jump
We making all these strides, making jumps
But some days I just wanna fucking jump
We keep coming up

Never go back there even if I could
But I miss you like I knew I always would
Buncha happy birthdays, nothing in between
How you miss me but don't see me when your free?
Don't miss being broken, never feeling loved
Just miss talking shit with FroYo and a blunt
Worked so hard for everything that I got
It's more lonely than I ever would've thought

Jump, jump, jump

done

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