
OMM (Out Of My Mind)
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- female vocalist
- romantic
- alternative r&b
- 2020s
- sad
- melodic
- ethereal
- trap soul
- introspective
- atmospheric
Lyrics
Intro
Yeah.
Don't even know why I'm typing your name right now.
I'm just heated.
Fuck it.
Verse 1
Sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in my hand
Trying real hard not to do what I planned
You got a funny way of playing with my peace of mind
Wasting all my energy, wasting all my time
And I hate that I still look for your car down the street
Hate that every memory is still on repeat
I was standing by your side when you had nothing to show
Now you acting like a stranger that I don't even know
Honestly, fuck you for making me feel like I'm crazy
For calling me needy when I was just calling you baby
Got me talking to the wall at 3 AM
Swearing up and down I'll never trust a man again.
Chorus
You got me triggered, yeah, you got me out of my mind
Crossing every boundary, stepping over every line
I said I loved you, but right now I just hate your face
Wish I could wipe every memory clean without a trace
Yeah, you got me triggered, bitch, you brought out the worst
Had me thinking we were blessed, now it feels like a curse
Triggered... yeah.
Verse 2
And don't try to pull that calm shit with me
Act like you're innocent, act like you're free
You know what you did, you know what you said
Leaving all these fucked up thoughts inside of my head
I wanna smash your screen, wanna key up the side of your car
Wanna show everybody who you really are
But I'm sitting right here, taking deep breaths instead
Wishing I could take back every single word that I said
'Cause you didn't deserve the best parts of my heart
You just took the whole thing and tore it apart.
Chorus
You got me triggered, yeah, you got me out of my mind
Crossing every boundary, stepping over every line
I said I loved you, but right now I just hate your face
Wish I could wipe every memory clean without a trace
Yeah, you got me triggered, bitch, you brought out the worst
Had me thinking we were blessed, now it feels like a curse.
Outro
I don't even mean half the shit I say when I'm mad...
Or maybe I do.
Just don't call me.
Clear your stuff out.
I'm done.
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