Chasing
Chasing all the things you never had
Facing
Facing all the fears you never grabbed

You've had
The chance
Sitting next to her
With her fingers in her purse
You can tell she does her work
You may try to speak but someone was eyeing her first
You sit back and try to rehearse those lines

It's the first day back
I need to relax
Probably not her type
I can see that guy
What if she's into all the things I do

I got up, I got up, I got up
I got up, I got up

At recess you follow her to the swing set
Her hair its swings, she jumps and clings to her friend she hasn't seen today
Yet she
She looks so clean
In those blue jeans
You pray that she could never be
A girl who don't know why
It's so hot outside
You look at the time
The bell rings so high, the bell rings so high

You've run out of time
It's lunch and you give your favorite flavor of
Crunch bar
You watch her
As she gives it to her friend who has three different lunches
You say that she's ungrateful
She can never focus
On the way home

The bus is full so you wait for her
You sit by her
And you fix your mouth to say hello
As you fix your mouth to say hello
You notice that she had already put in her bright pink headphones

I just can't do this
Every chance I miss
I can tell that she ain't tryna' know me
Let your mind do tricks
Ask her for that kiss

I got up, I got up, I got up
I got up, I got up

I just can't do this
Every chance I miss
I can tell that she ain't tryna' know me
Let your mind do tricks
Ask her for that kiss

I got up, I got up, I got up
I got up, I got up

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Writer(s): Ahmanti Clifton Booker, Ravyn Lenae Washington