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the thought - simpin' كلمات الأغنية

[hook: jade winter white]
you got me playing simp songs on the stereo
still thinking ’bout last night, you’re troubled, aren’t we all?
the crazy pull that gravitates my full attention
when you place your hands on my… mmm i reminisce it
i just miss it, my whole attention span’s yours
when you kiss it, hope it’s mutual
i’m just simpin’! this gravitational pull
has me simpin’

[verse: smith the poet]
grown ish, i insist, pennywise a well
i think the timing tells, more reminding than h-ll
tiny dancer, it’s sad, with no chalice champ
pump your stereo, what was last night?
f-cked and carried with its past life
wrote off morning moans, i’m the bad guy
said he outie yo, gotta catch a fight
simply simp, an ode to a meantime
f-cking find the well, that ain’t me
i ain’t falling flat, i don’t feel my
phallus, champ, up in sea-side
what was last night? broke the bed, bye!
crushed and buried her with my past life
rode off, morning notes, i’m your bad night
said i’m outie, yo, gotta fly a kite
simply h-lla thrown, you wanna trip, like

[verse: the thought]
got me, got me, got me, got me
got me simpin’, my surprise, looking down at other guys
all the homies steady pimpin’ so my feelings i’mma hide
they can call it being whipped, but i’m just tripping on your vibe
got me simpin’, buying flowers, how you not abusing power?
looking at me sour like i’m paying by the hour
got me running up the tower just to offer you a ride
white lie, a “chance encounter”, just to get a little time
tick, tick, tick. ’cause i got you on my mind
want to say i got you, but i got to make you mine
want to say it’s mutual, misreading the signs
blushing in my cubicle with every message chime
think you’re more than beautiful, don’t know what to do
ego makes me suitable, why don’t you see? i wish i knew
telling you i’m dutiful, just scared to talk to you
yo, you got me simpin’, tryna call you “boo”

[bridge: the thought]
you got me simpin’, double-dipping
don’t forget this motive isn’t
just in splitting your thighs
splitting your thighs
i’m orbiting, exorbitantly
need more of me? i’m yours to eat
long as i’m getting inside
got to make you mine!

[outro: smith the poet]
wait, what?
what did he say?
no, bro
that’s f-cking creepy
that’s horrible

- the thought

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