Savage Ga$p, Sewerperson - ​runnin​g thru my head lyrics

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Wow, don't you know he has a neck tattoo?
Yuh,  umm hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Umm, yuh, umm

Text me,  say you're fine
But we both know that's just lies
My phone's been dead so I don't text back
But I hope you know you're on my mind
Umm, text me, say you're fine
Hope that's true, but I been upset
And I know you're sad
But I miss when you were in my life

Look, listen, i know that when you get
Hurt you don't show that
It's okay, but if it's on me
I wish you communicate a
Little bit or something
Just umm, tell me your feelings
I'll tell you mine
Feels like we met in another life
I'm just playing 'cause that deep shit whack
But when i met you it was love at first
Like listen, listen, I don't know how
I been tripping, over phone, call
But I never felt like this before
So if you've got time for one more
Umm, let me make it right 'cause
We both know that you're right
My phones been dead and my headache bad
But can we give it one more try?

Umm, text me, say you're fine
But we both know that's just lies
My phone's been dead so I don't text back
But I hope you know you're on my mind
Umm, text me, say you're fine
Hope that's true, but I been upset
And I know you're sad
But I miss when you were in my life

I said like, if it's for the best
Put it all to rest
I been wasting time, I been feeling stressed
I been so fucked up, everything sucks
And I'm stuck inside and you won't text back
Like umm, are you really fucking with me?
Everything cool to the public with me
But behind closed doors
When the lights go dark you act
Like you got nothing with me
But umm, bet, I guess I'll dip
Act like I can, but I can't forget
And the other dude you fucked with
Trash and you know that
It's all good, I guess I should, umm

How many times have you hung up on me?
If it weren't for me, you'd be in Abercrombie
I got this covered, baby girl it's on me
That's the price I pay for
Getting sick and lonely
Deep chills, baby just found my back
Sippin' on all this jack
I'm popping bottles, soon my colours back
Guy's a heart attack you's a minor pain
You picking him and think I'm insane
My wrist is ice, here's a modest brag
Talked to him once, he's a fucking lame
I wrap my brain, you can't understand
I'm not your man, but still, I'm the man
Don't hit me up, that is a horrible plan
The message should be in comic sans
I blocked you once, don't make me do it again
I told you once, let's go through it again
Monday, Sunday, so blue again
I make all my dreams come true again
Not one with you coming through again