Injury

[Intro: Joseph Cook]
In late nights, we would always talk
My Twitter, you always would stalk
I know your game, so subtle
You missed my game, no huddle

[Verse 1: Joseph Cook]
You would hit the faves, back in the day
You say I'm not your fave, You understate
You say I'm who you hate, You saving face
You need me more today, I know your play

I was out the game, twisted ankle
You ain't even show your face, twisted angles
Send me hearts along with hate, you wicked angel
Never even peeped a game, it's getting painful

Regrets I'm feeling now, that's not your problem
But I feel you bound, to try to solve them
You can prove me wrong, don't try to stop them
But I need you, now, to give me something

You would always feel, me, more
Than I could feel myself, you, know
That I could do you well, if, you
Just lend the stands a yell, for, me

Hit the lowercase, back in the day
Letting down your guard, you showing face
Tell me middle name, you feeling safe
But in your comfort zone, there is no game

I was on the line, picking angles
Spot a gap to quarterback, I broke his ankles
Dog pile when I sack, I twist my ankle
Looking for the only face, I called my angel

[Outro: Joseph Cook] x2
I'm stuck in the loop
I'm still at the game
Still look for you, too
Don't see your face