IFHY (feat. Pharrell)

I never would've thought that

Feelings could get thrown in the air

Cause I accidentally caught that

I need some new boxing gloves, shit got hectic whenever I fought back

For example, ten minutes can't go past without you brushing my thoughts

That's fourteen forty a day so I'll say a hundred and forty four times

I think about you or something like that

Lost match, the fucking thought of you with somebody else

I don't like that cellular convo's getting left in the wrong

Cause I get so fucking mad when you don't write back

This isn't a song I just happen to rhyme when I get emo

And find time to write facts (fuck)

I love you

I fucking hate you

But I love you

I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled

You're good at being perfect

We're good at being troubled

Yeah

I fucking hate you

But I love you

I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled

You're good at being perfect

We're good at being troubled

Yeah

Girl you fucking with my emotions

The fuck is all this noise about?

I even considered picking up smoking

You turned to a bitch, who let the dogs out?

But in my dog house

My bitch is the raddest

Crazy who makes me the happiest

Can make me the saddest

Look Alice

Let's get lost in your wonder-er-land fuck an atlas

You're perfectly perfect for me

What the fuck is this, practice?

Actually, if you even consider leaving

I'll lose a couple screws in due time, I'll stop breathing

And you'll see the meaning of stalking

When I pop out the dark to find you

And that new dude that you're seeing with an attitude

Then proceed to fuck up your evening

Make sure you never meet again like God damn vegans

Cause when I hear your name I can not stop cheesing

I love you so much that my heart stops beating when you're leaving

And I'm grieving and my heart starts bleeding

Life without you has no God damn meaning

Sorry I'm passive aggressive for no God damn reason

It's that my mood change like these God damn seasons

I'll fall for you, but I love you

I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled

You're good at being perfect

We're good at being troubled

Yeah

I fucking hate you