I Recovered From This Lyrics – JPEGMAFIA

[Intro: Janet Jackson]
Funny how time flies when you’re having fun (Oh), please stay
Funny how time flies (Please stay) when you’re having fun
Funny how time flies when you’re having fun, mm (Time flies)
Yeah, ooh
Funny how time flies when you’re having fun

[Chorus: JPEGMAFIA]
It’s not that I don’t love my b!tch, but I don’t love these side hoes neither
She throwing that s*it back at me and I’m catching it like I’m a wide receiver
I know these losers you fu*king, ain’t hitting it right, I’m Derek Jeter
Heart on my sleeve and cash in my fist

Chase a dream, man, do not chase a b!tch
I can’t believe that this hoe got me breaking down
Breaking like this

[Verse: JPEGMAFIA]
Look, my b!tch never got taken from me, I lost her myself
My b!tch never got comfort from me, I needed too much help
I can’t do one hour a week, I think I need more help
I don’t even want no more fixing, I’ll just heal myself
Whose gonna be there when you low b!tch, you or somebody else?
My actions got way to active, I don’t want no more help
One hour a week ain’t enough for me, I think I need a friend
Everyone that I ever dated deserves better ***—
I could have wrote this when I’m faded, but alcohol gives you a lens
When I’m speaking my mind, I’m on demonic time
I got family and fences to mend
Every argument come with a cost
Every dub ends up in a loss
Gotta keep the facade of a boss, every picture developed is tossed
I know b!tches that I’ll never talk to, I got exes I’m still fu*king raw
I been stuck in a car with the child-lock, tryna break out and an answer the call
Can you hear it?
Actually love, actual heart, actual caring
N!ggas get mad at me when I call out they hating
‘Cause they hating, no debating

All on my d!ck and you know we ain’t dating
B!tch n!gga, let’s face it
We came up out the mud, still got dirt on our faces, now we counting blue faces
White girl slide down the pole and I’m throwing her faces
I could never be racist

[Chorus: JPEGMAFIA]
It’s not that I don’t love my b!tch, but I don’t love these side hoes neither
She throwing that s*it back at me and I’m catching it like I’m a wide receiver
I know these losers you fu*king, ain’t hitting it right, I’m Derek Jeter
Heart on my sleeve and cash in my fist
Chase a dream, man, do not chase a bit’
I can’t believe that this b!tch got me breaking down
Breaking like this
I can’t believe that this girl got me breaking down
Breaking like this
Fu*k

[Outro: JPEGMAFIA]
Alright, that’s it man
I’m done, I finally finished this s*it
Finally, I’ve been working on this s*it for a long time