F.L.E.D. – F.L.E.D.
Genre Pop

LYRIC
F.L.E.D.

Thinking about it every day
Thinking bout you every day
Wonder if my friends, wonder if my friends okay
Fall in love like every day
Fall in love like every day

I might see myself in the wall
I might go to school in the fall
I might not keep my eyes on the ball
With my hand in a ziplock bag like a f
Got some friends and they dressing in drag not for show but for comfort
Let me let you know how to dance with the weirdo troops from zip codes
You ain’t heard of
A country blumpkin
That I’m smirking
Hey

Put it all on my tab
First let me put my scene on the map
Next put me on the cover of magazines
Like a step up from where at

Third

Read into the words
Cuz i really like to write poems long and absurd
Like ropes made of nerds
And no matter what you heard
Not a boy fuck you i’m a person
Okay
Think think think think think...

Thinking about it every day
Thinking bout you every day
Wonder if my friends, wonder if my friends okay
Fall in love like every day
Fall in love like every day

I might see myself as an artist cause i’m vague and pretentious and never get started
Despite other work
My hands still hurt by the way
I still fall in love every day as though stuck on a loop
Of positive feedback
Watch for construction
And things that could bring back bad memories
Like grapes or a key
On a necklace
Depositing medal in you
I meddle in you or at least your affairs
I see through windows while eating eclairs
I used to say you were mine in the interrogative mood and now it’s something i declare
Wait
Scratch that
And make it imperative
Especially when i’m impaired
I relish in the fact that we are so compacted
Thinking about it every day
Thinking bout you every day
Wonder if my friends, wonder if my friends okay
Fall in love like every day
Fall in love like every day. [x2]

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