The song 'Fortnight' by Taylor Swift and Post Malone tells a story about strong feelings, complicated relationships, and secret wishes. It talks about love, betrayal, and wanting someone who doesn't feel the same. The word 'fortnight' shows short-lived happiness and guilty pleasures, leading to sadness. It shows how messy relationships can be and the results of hiding emotions. “I was supposed to be sent away / But they forgot to come and get me,” she kickstarts the song in the first verse with lines suggesting an admission to a hospital for people with mental illnesses. She goes in the verse admitting her lover is the reason why she is like this. In the chorus, she sings about their time in love and reflects on how he has now settled with someone else. “I took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary / And I love you, it’s ruining my life,” on the second verse she details her struggles to forget about him and the negative effects of her failure. “Thought of callin’ ya, but you won’t pick up / ‘Nother fortnight lost in America,” Post Malone sings in the outro.
Prepare for Attack on the Stars
Prepare for Attack on the Stars
Five, four, three, two, one
Begin attack
Begin attack
Ah, hip, Swass, down to be the boss
Hustlin', movin', punks gettin' tossed
Stop, it's cocked move back
Don't make a move or I'll drop you in your tracks
Growin', blowin', not hype I'm hyper
I scratch records, Maharishi is a sniper
Woo, too swift for the criminals
Banks never gonna measure my decibels
Get it up, this beat's so crazy
Punks like you don't phase me
Big man, muscle in the window
Kickin' live in a four door Benzo
Ripped, with muscles I'm furious
Emcees almost hip gettin' curious
Mix-A-Lot the maker of revenue
Drop kick mud ducks on the avenue
Cadillac, some think I'm a mover
But the gold on the wheels might moo ya
I'm in effect with another funky groove
Posse up, Mix-A-Lot is on the move
Attack!
Attack!
Attack!
Oh, here we go, I dropped my microphone
Picked it up, now I'm back on your stereo
Out West, rollin' in a Big Benz
Don't chill, not 'til the song ends
There's the more, now I know you hear it
Grit my teeth when I write my lyrics
You jump, I attack like a animal
No pity, no show at your funeral
Punk, your rap's illiterate
want to box boy don't consider it
Ingenuous, used to be a good boy
Nine millimeter got my new toy
Let's go, shuffle for the right shot
Stick and move if you want but you'll get caught
Criminals on the set you ain't nothin'
Big Boss in effect I ain't bluffin'
Launch Phase Two
Launch Phase Two
Launch Phase Two
What about this other group, dressed like G-Q
Yeah I'm talkin' about you
You call yourself rappers, crack another joke
You old smoker, take another tote
You bought 'caine back in San Diego
I saw it when you laid it on the table
Big disappointment to your fans
You want to throw, let's go for the floor man
Woo, that's controversy
Yeah I said it, and I show no mercy
Superstars watch your back
Yo D, your game was whack
Nuclear warhead aimed at your forehead
Your girl calls my name in your bed
Fire, this beat's so hard
New song my Attack on the Stars
Time is running out
Time is running out
No time, my rhyme's runnin' out a fuel
Here's the part you decide if you want to do
Count it up, the dockets from the Swass tour
Buckle up for the pain you will endure
Movin', runnin', slick plus cunnin'
Girlies on my straw cause I rap so stunnin'
Loaded with ammunition, Uzi ammunition
Tongue lashin' suckers, black it like a statistician
Satisfied never, nothin' could be better
Roll a gold Caddy, wearin' white troop leather
Packin' dual handguns, rippin' up the nation
Droppin' enemies so hard, they type, they wouldn't want none
Inhale, here we go again
The story of my life, every day's a perfect ten
Always gettin' caught with tactical equipment
Bringin in my Uzi on the U-P-S shipment
Cut 'em, droppin' 'em, no one says I copy 'em
Skeesos in my posse always tell me that I'm rockin' 'em
Old school, new school, make no, never mind
Your foundation's just been undermine
Slice, roast those big boys
Banks don't matter you will be destroyed
Up and down the rap world goes
The radio rotation dominated by your flow
But I'm comin', radio or not
It's your record label, they kept me on the block
My posse's new attitude
No mercy on the stars, and that includes you
So what is it man
What's this dude been saying
Aw, it is, it's my Attack on the Stars
Out there effecting you audience punks
You oughta be ashamed
You know who it is, it's the big man
And I'm rich with it
Yeah, sucker
A ha, out there pumpin' that heat, boy
(I've been just smokin' man)
Please, you ain't with this
(I've been just smokin')
Smoker
(Yeah)
Smoker, I said it
Yeah, and what's up man
(What's up)
Yeah, and this punk know what's happening
(Yeah)
Prepare for Attack on the Stars
Five, four, three, two, one
Begin attack
Begin attack
Ah, hip, Swass, down to be the boss
Hustlin', movin', punks gettin' tossed
Stop, it's cocked move back
Don't make a move or I'll drop you in your tracks
Growin', blowin', not hype I'm hyper
I scratch records, Maharishi is a sniper
Woo, too swift for the criminals
Banks never gonna measure my decibels
Get it up, this beat's so crazy
Punks like you don't phase me
Big man, muscle in the window
Kickin' live in a four door Benzo
Ripped, with muscles I'm furious
Emcees almost hip gettin' curious
Mix-A-Lot the maker of revenue
Drop kick mud ducks on the avenue
Cadillac, some think I'm a mover
But the gold on the wheels might moo ya
I'm in effect with another funky groove
Posse up, Mix-A-Lot is on the move
Attack!
Attack!
Attack!
Oh, here we go, I dropped my microphone
Picked it up, now I'm back on your stereo
Out West, rollin' in a Big Benz
Don't chill, not 'til the song ends
There's the more, now I know you hear it
Grit my teeth when I write my lyrics
You jump, I attack like a animal
No pity, no show at your funeral
Punk, your rap's illiterate
want to box boy don't consider it
Ingenuous, used to be a good boy
Nine millimeter got my new toy
Let's go, shuffle for the right shot
Stick and move if you want but you'll get caught
Criminals on the set you ain't nothin'
Big Boss in effect I ain't bluffin'
Launch Phase Two
Launch Phase Two
Launch Phase Two
What about this other group, dressed like G-Q
Yeah I'm talkin' about you
You call yourself rappers, crack another joke
You old smoker, take another tote
You bought 'caine back in San Diego
I saw it when you laid it on the table
Big disappointment to your fans
You want to throw, let's go for the floor man
Woo, that's controversy
Yeah I said it, and I show no mercy
Superstars watch your back
Yo D, your game was whack
Nuclear warhead aimed at your forehead
Your girl calls my name in your bed
Fire, this beat's so hard
New song my Attack on the Stars
Time is running out
Time is running out
No time, my rhyme's runnin' out a fuel
Here's the part you decide if you want to do
Count it up, the dockets from the Swass tour
Buckle up for the pain you will endure
Movin', runnin', slick plus cunnin'
Girlies on my straw cause I rap so stunnin'
Loaded with ammunition, Uzi ammunition
Tongue lashin' suckers, black it like a statistician
Satisfied never, nothin' could be better
Roll a gold Caddy, wearin' white troop leather
Packin' dual handguns, rippin' up the nation
Droppin' enemies so hard, they type, they wouldn't want none
Inhale, here we go again
The story of my life, every day's a perfect ten
Always gettin' caught with tactical equipment
Bringin in my Uzi on the U-P-S shipment
Cut 'em, droppin' 'em, no one says I copy 'em
Skeesos in my posse always tell me that I'm rockin' 'em
Old school, new school, make no, never mind
Your foundation's just been undermine
Slice, roast those big boys
Banks don't matter you will be destroyed
Up and down the rap world goes
The radio rotation dominated by your flow
But I'm comin', radio or not
It's your record label, they kept me on the block
My posse's new attitude
No mercy on the stars, and that includes you
So what is it man
What's this dude been saying
Aw, it is, it's my Attack on the Stars
Out there effecting you audience punks
You oughta be ashamed
You know who it is, it's the big man
And I'm rich with it
Yeah, sucker
A ha, out there pumpin' that heat, boy
(I've been just smokin' man)
Please, you ain't with this
(I've been just smokin')
Smoker
(Yeah)
Smoker, I said it
Yeah, and what's up man
(What's up)
Yeah, and this punk know what's happening
(Yeah)
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Attack on the Stars Lyrics as written by Anthony L. Ray
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