[Hook]
I just want my sweatshirt back
I’ll probably never get her back

[Verse 1]
Maybe we can meet talk chop it up
‘Til we get lockjaw or our lips lock up
But she chopped us up and I chalk it up
To that fact that I guess I was not enough
Fuck, but I gave her a hoodie from my room
She erased my name like Woody from the boot
I guess I’m Andy because the boy worried too
Something like Finding Dory, Toy Story 2
A week ago I asked for it back over text
But she left me on Read so I commented
I only meant it to get her attention
Then she texted, but not the message I expected
She said she’s busy and way too overstressed
For something that is not a priority
I said obviously it means more to me
I want you, no it, I could buy it for cheap

[hook]
I just want my sweatshirt back
I’ll probably never get her back
[Verse 2]
I don’t know if your non-response was deliberate
In reading your ambiance I’m illiterate
You make it seem like a chore to deliver it
Really we could meet in a Starbucks sipping drinks
Promise, I’ll do more little things listening
Honest, all that talking over you isn’t me
Comments, never make it past my atmosphere
Conversations back to the banter, we’re
Better together, never will we separate
That coffee is exciting like the first date
If you’re cold I’ll give you my sweatshirt, wait
You still have it
I don’t want it to be thrown in the attic
Soon I’ll be mad but now I just want it back, shit
That’s my only goal this ain’t a fucking hat trick
Batshit crazy is what you made me
When we broke you said we lacked passion lately
Well I’m passionate baby, rapping this gave me
A chance at just maybe winning your heart
And if I get my sweatshirt too, that’d be cool
I got a…


[hook]
I just want my sweatshirt back
I’ll probably never get her back
I just want to get her back
She got the sweatshirt off of my back
[Verse 3]
And once I get you back, I promise I got your back
As for the sweatshirt, don’t worry I popped its tag
Lost it back four or five years ago
It was fine, none of my tears would show
Found it the same night we were meeting
Wrote a song to understand rhyme and reason
Was it the time of season how your eyes were gleaming?
Was I in need and was getting the silent treatment?
No there was meaning in meeting that evening
Took a Polaroid, no Jesus between us
Then you polarized us, so I sized up
The situation decided I would not be sitting waiting
I would rise up, kiss your face and…

[Outro]
I got a bad feeling about this
Maybe you don’t want me
And though that would haunt me
I gotta respect that so I’ll take a step back