Unhealthy

Bakar (UK)

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What's the protocol?
Running back, running back
Hit a wall
Running back, running back
Know it all

Got a couple things
I wanna share with you
I wanna grow with you
Kick back, watch a bit
Of pay-per-view
Bit broke but I still pay for you

Couple things that I
Wanna say to you, wanna say to you
Had that time in the vine
When you left without me

Say you wanted us
But you're always out there
Say you wanted us
But you never shout me

Xan in the rain
Now I'm always rowdy
Xan in my brain
Now I'm always cloudy
Lipstick on my shirt
'Cause you're always pouty

I keep coming back
'Cause I can't cope by myself
I keep running back
But you're so bad for my health

I keep coming back
'Cause I can't cope by myself anymore
I keep coming back
'Cause I can't cope by myself

I keep running back
But you're so bad for my health
I keep coming back
'Cause I can't cope by myself anymore
Mhm-mhm, ayy

My boy called me
While I'm in New York
To tell me that he got with my ex
At a bar in London
I tell him it's no big deal
We split up a long time ago
The same night I meet this girl in New York
We had a great night
The next day she leaves
And won't reply to any of my messages
I don't hear from her in a while
The next day my ex starts messaging me
Out the blue
I haven't said anything to her about anything
Haven't spoken to her for months, actually
Some sort of guilty conscious I guess
I open the messages but don't reply
I pay no mind because there'll be no point
A week later a New York girl messages me
Saying that she feels bad because
Her ex was there the night we got together
She feels bad both ways
Says she wants to see me before I go
I'm at the airport at this point
We're a cycle of baggage at this point
What's the moral of the story?