FREE TAYLOR SWIFT x SYNTH POP Type Beat 2024 "above"

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  • @prodmaggie
    @prodmaggie  6 หลายเดือนก่อน

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  • @janewestter
    @janewestter 6 หลายเดือนก่อน

    Fortnight (feat. Post Malone)
    Taylor Swift
    I was supposed to be sent away
    But they forgot to come and get me
    I was a functioning alcoholic till nobody
    Noticed my new aesthetic
    All of this to say: I hope you're okay
    But you're the reason
    And no one here's to blame
    But what about your quiet treason?
    And for a fortnight, there we were, forever
    Run into you sometimes, ask about the weather
    Now, you're in my backyard, turned into good neighbors
    Your wife waters flowers, I wanna kill her
    All my mornings are Mondays
    Stuck in an endless February
    I took the miracle move-on drug
    The effects were temporary
    And I love you, it's ruining my life (I love you, it's ruining my life)
    I touched you for only a fortnight (I touched you), but I touched you
    And for a fortnight, there we were, forever
    Run into you sometimes, ask about the weather
    Now, you're in my backyard, turned into good neighbors
    Your wife waters flowers, I wanna kill her
    And for a fortnight, there we were together
    Run into you sometimes, comment on my sweater
    Now, you're at the mailbox, turned into good neighbors
    My husband is cheating, I wanna kill him
    I love you, it's ruining my life (I love you, it's ruining my life)
    I touched you for only a fortnight (I touched you), I touched you
    I love you, it's ruining my life (I love you, it's ruining my life)
    I touched you for only a fortnight (I touched you), I touched you
    Thought of calling ya, but you won't pick up
    ‘Nother fortnight lost in America
    Move to Florida, buy the car you want
    But it won't start up till you touch, touch, touch me
    Thought of calling ya, but you won't pick up
    ‘Nother fortnight lost in America
    Move to Florida, buy the car you want
    But it won't start up till I touch, touch, touch you