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(Oooh...) I think she blocked me on the Instagram I need to know, what did I do? I guess I missed her plan Me, I'm just searchin' for that true shit Where is it, man? I'll l never know Just wanted you to help me understand I need some closure because Truthfully, I give a damn I give a damn Plenty of fish in the sea, but see I ain't no fisherman See, I'm a middleman, a businessman And this means business, man Diggin' in the sand Lookin for a reason I'm not kiddin', man How am I gonna let all of this get to me? Been a few months since you texted me Shit, I'll just tell myself I'm a celebrity There is no way you can mess with me (Pass it) And in the big picture, this shit doesn't matter But right now, It's feeling like everything The more I think about it, it just gets sadder I was thinkin' about a wedding ring But now I'm thinkin' about so many things What did I do to deserve it? This shit the most petty of petty things I'll stick with nobody's perfect Like all of my life I'll forget about it And all the things that I'd said about it But why the fuck did I get blocked? I think she blocked me on the Instagram I need to know, what did I do? I guess I missed her plan Me, I'm just searchin' for that true shit Where is it, man? I'll l never know Just wanted you to help me understand I need some closure because Truthfully, I give a damn I give a damn Plenty of fish in the sea, but see I ain't no fisherman See, I'm a middleman, a businessman And this means business, man Diggin' in the sand Lookin for a reason I'm not kiddin', man (Hello, nobody is available to take your call Please leave a message after the tone) (Beep) (Uh, I guess, there were just a couple things I wanted to say) Spectacular speculations I'm havin' some reservations Imaginin' all the statements That's travellin' through these places Back in to buy some pashin' Trashin' their reputations They actually don't have facts Reality left them baseless I wish that we left them nameless Associate em with faces Make judgments from expectations And watch as their heads are shaking These people want me to crumble And turn to some medication To fuck up my motivation And focus on education But I'm petty petty petty petty That's all they really ever tell me So many times that you convince me of shit That I swear you could've won an emmy I got a phone in my hand, like a note for the gram I'm thinkin' about holdin' your hand But you don't understand I think that love is either gold or a scam and You never really know til the end Like how all this began I've been trying to come at this like a man trying to figure out where i fit into the plan How does all this drama surround me I hear a follow an ollie I don't wanna hear about this shit again But I guess that's how it goes when they stalk me They'll do anything to try and stop me I did nothing wrong, but that's how it goes When a basic bitch tries to block me
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