Miss Me

Good morning Ladies and Gentlemen It's 9:13AM Feels like a cool winter morning with a slight breeze You've tuned into 91.9 radio and this is Gerry as your host for today This track we're about to play reminds me of my ex Fuck that Anyways, here's Fitch with the album P.s. I'm Good, Luv. Enjoy It's 1AM in the morning I had the vibes like we were just zoning Kicking dope shit Dumb shit Cupid reloaded Well check it out now New flame feeling like it was just some Lofi You ain't doubt it I said I got it like a gold mine Shoot dice get lucky Rolling up the number 9 2 times I passed the bet Now we out of sight Oh man, plane taking off in about 5 Check the watch 15 'til 2 Now we feeling high Nothing to do We fool around 'til we hit noon Damn girl, you coming soon like I'm the 1 for you Slide slow down in the slide slopes Got you with your hopes up Is it just the pedicure Yeah, I'm sure that it was the cure to the soul She fein for more, still tryna figure out if it's placebo But now she breathe slow Don't check the watch cause it's never time to go Now you know Now you know cause Fitchsz said so Caller number one, tell them about your heartbreak Going out on vacation The feelings amazing Used to have your heart feeling like it was just racing Now why the times change Yeah, it feels like the booze won't ever ease the pain Let's change the rules cause they only feel like chains Only wanted to change your name but It feels like it hit a soul train Going off like Cobain No pain, No shame Cause I always lost the game But it's alright with me, nobody to blame Can't put the blame on you girl But who do you blame caller number two Alright, meanwhile she's still talking were gonna keep the album going for its entirety This is Fitchsz P.s. I'm Good, Luv And I be Feeling like you ain't ever gonna miss me cause I Been living in another city And now I Sit here broken hearted with the bubbly thinking How different It could've been probably Make it down to the ground Tryna save the volley, balling on these fools But still ain't got no one by me Now I'd probably lose If it's me against myself I ain't hitting snooze Hop on the whip Take the city, cruising like a tour bus Thinking about the times it was just the two of us But it was for the better Yeah it was a must But now I write these letters Thank you baby, I've been doing better And now I got to take a breath I've been playing checkers You've been playing chess Girl, what a mess Fuck, What a mess