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OMM (Out Of My Mind) artwork

OMM (Out Of My Mind) Explicit contentE

leamadeit

· 3:25 · 8 plays · v3-preview

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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