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Verse 1:
I'm sitting here alone, in my parent's home
You're in a string bikini and my wienies feeling so alone
I guess I must be grown, cause seeing you I groan
Thinking about the thought of your pretty face coming home
To me, but you don't see me in that way
Like you think I'm gay, it's not okay
The way you bitch and moan about the boys you view as toys
I think I'm one I jump and run at your beck and call, I'm done
Go fuck yourself, you don't get my help
I'm not your vent, no more consent to be the guy meant
Just to be a friend, you try to pretend
This ain't love, you want a thug or a country boy, ugh!
I'm stuck in the zone cause you don't pick up the phone
Unless there's something in it for you, you stupid fucking whore
That's fine, if you don't want me good luck
With your future baby daddies I really don't give a fuck, I'm stuck

Chorus:
In the friend zone, and I don't know how to go home
And I feel so out of place, time and space
Don't matter when I'm climbing up this ladder
In the friend zone
And it's my fault because I let you walk out
Before making a move
Tryna be nice, I won't make the same mistake twice
And end up locked again in the friend zone

Verse 2:
You fucking bat your eyes, like its a disguise
Tried to see me seeing you past the guy at checkout nine
But I knew your game, fuck it, I guess I'll play
If not anything I might end up getting laid
Cause little did the other girl know she made a demon
Too much semen, leaving me without a fucking reason
To truly care about another bitch
A life support system for a vagina, that's all she is
Let's get down to business, to brass tacks
I finished my shift, I need snacks
Followed you through the store chatting you up
Made plans, waved hands, now the day is looking up
The day came when we were supposed to go out
To the movies with a couple of my friends, doubt
Crept into my brain when we came to pick you up
At your boyfriends house, well I guess I'm still stuck

(chorus)

Verse 3:
God damn this shit is getting old, fuck it, I fold
Finally found a girl who didn't stick me in the friend zone
But that didn't last, my worst fear came to pass
But it didn't matter, I was flattered that she gave my ass a chance
But oh wait, what's this I see
Could it be, the perfect girl for me
Finally, it's what I dreamed, come to me
I won't fuck it up this time, I deserve to be happy
We hit it off, at least I thought so
She broke it off, before we got going
Probably cause I didn't make a move, I tried to be smooth
Give it time, just be kind, how could she refuse you
But texts don't get responded to
Haven't fucking heard from you
I must just be your friend but I refuse to let that come true
I won't just be your friend
Fucking not ever again
Even if I'm single till I'm dead I will not end up

(chorus)

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from The Life of a Lovesick Psychopath, released September 24, 2015
Lyrics written and performed by Zimbolic. Instrumental produced by Atomic Beats and leased by Zimbolic.

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I write it for me, I record it for you, and I perform it for the both of us.

I'm Zimbolic and I love music. It's the only constant in my life. My debut E.P. "The Life of a Lovesick Psychopath" is only the beginning.

I will continue to get better at writing, rapping, and performing. And I want you all to join me on this journey.

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