Zen

My oh my oh my
Why you still dwellin' in my head babe?
You fuckin up me hiiiiiigh
Plus I’m on the verge I know I
Why oh why oh why
Are you pretending that you ok?
When you know that’s a lie
Plus you know I know you better than that now
Fuckin with you is got me loose up off the Stoley flipping
Through these photos of you I’ve stored up on my phone and thinking
Fuckin with you is got me on the brink of thinking
Maybe I’m suppose to alone and
Be off better then
All jokes aside I heard this theory when you die
The body loses 21 grams and you know why?
They say that’s roughly the amount of how much the human soul weighs
Well ok, that’s a myth but not the point
You took my 21 and somehow left me feelin' heavier
And you took that Lykke Li you copped me for my birthday
Ohh, that’s cold you know that records how we first met
But I wish you well, nothing but luck and much success
My oh my oh my its true
Thinkin' about your body babe
Think' about your body babay
I can’t keep my mind off you
Thinkin' about your body babe
Think' about your body babay
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My oh my oh my its true
Thinkin' about your body babe
Think' about your body babay
I can’t keep my mind off you
Thinkin' about your body babe
Think' about your body babay