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Oh Hey, Miss Ur Face

 

Oh Hey, Miss Ur Face


Oh hey, I miss your face
Life been throwing fades, shadows on the lake
Oh hey, I'm not okay
'Sup, like how's your day? Yeah, I'm doing great
Oh hey, I miss your face
Life been throwing fades, shadows on the lake
Oh hey, I'm not okay
'Sup, like how's your day? Yeah, I'm doing great

In the back of your thoughts
Like the ghost in your hall
I'm the first one to leave
You're the first one to call
Hope that table is gone
The initials moved on
You keep friends for a week
Guess a month is too long

I bite down on my tongue, you're always temperamental
Scratching through my schedule, room never presidential
Tell myself to move on, stop being sentimental
Back to dabs and liquor, whipping tracks and rentals

Say it's cool, but it's not
Not the type to stir the pot
Leave the past, dead to rot
You've proven that it's not worth it
Okay cool, oh wait nah
Fisticuffs on the block
Quick to aim, quick to jump
Still the same, you're still not

Oh hey, I miss your face
Life been throwing fades, shadows on the lake
Oh hey, I'm not okay
'Sup, like how's your day? Yeah, I'm doing great
Oh hey, I miss your face
Life been throwing fades, shadows on the lake
Oh hey, I'm not okay
'Sup, like how's your day? Yeah, I'm doing great

I bite down on my tongue, you're always temperamental
Scratching through my schedule, room never presidential
Tell myself to move on, stop being sentimental
Back to dabs and liquor, whipping tracks and rentals

Say it's cool, but it's not
Not the type to stir the pot
Leave the past, dead to rot
You've proven that it's not worth it
Okay cool, oh wait nah
Fisticuffs on the block
Quick to aim, quick to jump
Still the same, you're still not

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