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My mom bought you when I was just thirteen 
The brightest red sweatshirt I ever seen 
She got an extra large so I wouldn't grow out 
That's too
my kiss

Then you can wear my sweatshirt
And you can tell your friends we'll be together 'til the end
Girl you can wear my sweatshirt
'Cause
Some nights, I find, you & I
Trying to figure it out, trying to figure it out
I know us, you & I, we can go on and on
 
Tears on my sweatshirt
Restacked
my kiss

Then you can wear my sweatshirt
And you can tell your friends
We'll be together 'til the end
Girl, you can wear my sweatshirt
'Cause
l'elevation 

Change de vie, change de vision 
Change de weed, change de sweat-shirt 
Change pas d'équipe comme de t-shirt 
Félon, félon, félon, félon,
on her front porch with a glass,
Of iced tea,
In my sweatshirt,
And her bare feet,
This I gotta see.
If I hurry I can catch,
The colors on her skin from
every morning
Fall in love over the coffee that I'm pouring
Wear your sweatshirt so it smells like me
Buy us tickets to the Plain White T's
If you weren't
Your sweatshirt's still here where you left it 
Don't know what to do 
Don't know what to say 
And would it be wrong if I kept it?
Used to loving you
That day I stepped inside 
I saw you with that coffee cup
You looked so god damn fine
You was wearing my favorite black sweatshirt 
My favorite
hurt

I said, "Don't be a jerk, don't call me a taxi"
Sitting in your sweatshirt, crying in the backseat
Ooh
I just wanna dance with you
Hollywood
up on him shoot a shot at his sweatshirt

I just left London, my money thumbin'
Double streaks on these on these bands like it's nothin'
'38
there's only one Sweatshirt
He make them bow down until they mothafucking necks hurt
Fans proud to stand in sleet season until they fucking feet bleeding
sitting on the front porch
With a glass of iced tea
In my sweatshirt
In her bare feet
This I gotta see
If I hurry I can catch
The colors on her skin
Got on my damn nerves
Hella fresh, though
I bought baggish shirts, she had a men's shirt
I turn it to a sweatshirt, throw on that Sweatshirt
She
Flex on me ex with a jaguar
I pick up my side in a wrangler
I ghost ride that shit in the desert
She so wet she need a sweatshirt

Fuck that pussy in
Flex on me ex with a jaguar
I pick up my side in a wrangler
I ghost ride that shit in the desert
She so wet she need a sweatshirt

Fuck that pussy in
it's only one way, on my sweatshirt

She gon' do whatever just to see a Su concert
Eyes on me, head to toe, that's my sponsor
Flex one time, now you
birthday
Wears the same sweatshirt every day
He's more famous than Bill Gates
Gucci Gabe, Gucci Gabe, Gucci Gabe
Gucci Gabe, Gucci Gabe, Gucci Gabe
Gucci
and Bricksquad 10-17
Shout out to Waka, rest in peace Slim
Golf Wang motherfuckin' triple six we is 3 twins
Free my little nigga sweatshirt
Gay name stitched into
poppin' your ammo off
Hide your face, and throw your flannels off, Sweatshirt, nigga
(Sweatshirt, nigga)

'87 roof top, Bronson
Whipping hoopties tryna
Jesus
Please, just peep the crystal method where
I take a fucking beat, strip it naked then I wreck it
It's no question, Sweatshirt's OF
And you can
on bringing me back
To us, back to us
'Cause I feel like someone else all by myself, all by myself

Pulling on my sweatshirt, looking at your picture
And squeeze the sweat out your sweatshirt and drink it or gargle
You get our vote for most stinkiest
That nigga started thinkin' of shit, said I was frail
I
skin to the tint of his sweatshirt
"Hey...when you play with the big boys, you get hurt!"
I used to suck my thumb while rubbing silk blankets across my

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