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.
If someone you knows is in the room is talking to the wall all day,
Don't be afraid it probably means they went out and bought my tape
Cuz all it takes is these friendly top doorbells
And I could rhyme the language that translates crop circles
Controversial cuz I contest commercial rappers
That gets on bottles while they're rollin in their convertables
Don't take it personal, I was born to burn you all
But worse it's beserk I'm forced to state what a (???)
I'm a crime-watcher, that's right I watch crimes and laugh
And take my half of the profits, after watching for cop cars
I can't co-operate, only operate, chase (???) and take whats in their bank
People people, when they see me get busy cuz I'm very very dope and I'm freakin the funky line (x2)
I'm down for the cause
like suicide bombers, I made a life promise
Wooshing underground through the city night commerce
Side only spreads through these southernly threads
I got a beautiful mind, it's just stuck in an ugly head
Stunnin, my skill with someone run-of-the-mill
We comin, real, we're from Adelaide (run-of-the-mill...)
This underground (???) by any means, we aiin't gettin creamed
Witnessing a burn you've never (???)
The larger they are, the harder they fall
So I drink till they can hardly recall having a body at all
I've had enough of, I aiin't actin tough, I'm actin up
But when you put MC's under pressure, I aiin't into all that faggot stuff
This rhyme'll hit so bad, imma go mad
And Think of MC's 4th an atom up into my vocab(?)
Your wife's a bitch and Death's a slut
Cuz Death comes for everyone, and when it's your turn, you're fucked
People people, when they see me get busy cuz I'm very very dope and I'm freakin the funky line (x2)
I think I'm (???), let's have a round of applause
I'm down for the cause, I'm movin mountains, bouncin off walls
I'm countin scores this is Confused councelors talkin shit, forced to spit
From now until I'm on stage, with walking sticks
To picture the potrait of an anney(?) corporate kids
Get rappers gettin court orders against (???)
I'm mad for life, In the club, hand me the mic
I keep my verses, and get myself banned for life
If these, hecklers dissin, and I'm standing on stage,
I'm gonna call you out and show the true meaning of crowd participation
Rollin down a (???), slap the shit out of a groupie
I distracts store managers, while I'm stealin nicca(?) and movies
Forever broke, no job, no where left to go
Jerry Springer comes on, and I've already seen the episode
This is when you know you're really unemployed, brain's destroyed
Sippin a Centrelink and you see all your fuckin boys
People people, when they see me get busy cuz I'm very very dope and I'm freakin the funky line (x2)
MC's claim they're movin you (are they serious?)
That's not the fact though, The fact is, you couldn't sell a burger to Fat Joe
Think you're all that, you'll be fallin back
(Jaqulines here) They call her Jaq, I call her fat
So I packed, shirts, (?), slacks, photo
Step on this mic, and when your lifes flashing back
This song's more fatal than second-hand medicine
I even bought Federine beatbox(?)
connect to Thomas Edison, through lettering, and underground peddling
I get these kids, open life, lungs of vitaline(?)
Presenting them like(???)
I'm down from the cause, protecting (???)
Like cats on Viagra, I can serve you all night
Call me the customer, because I'm always right
And I'm always mad tired, like rich people with funds
And this song's more deadly then sharing needles with bums!
People people, when they see me get busy cuz I'm very very dope and I'm freakin the funky line (x2)
Don't be afraid it probably means they went out and bought my tape
Cuz all it takes is these friendly top doorbells
And I could rhyme the language that translates crop circles
Controversial cuz I contest commercial rappers
That gets on bottles while they're rollin in their convertables
Don't take it personal, I was born to burn you all
But worse it's beserk I'm forced to state what a (???)
I'm a crime-watcher, that's right I watch crimes and laugh
And take my half of the profits, after watching for cop cars
I can't co-operate, only operate, chase (???) and take whats in their bank
People people, when they see me get busy cuz I'm very very dope and I'm freakin the funky line (x2)
I'm down for the cause
like suicide bombers, I made a life promise
Wooshing underground through the city night commerce
Side only spreads through these southernly threads
I got a beautiful mind, it's just stuck in an ugly head
Stunnin, my skill with someone run-of-the-mill
We comin, real, we're from Adelaide (run-of-the-mill...)
This underground (???) by any means, we aiin't gettin creamed
Witnessing a burn you've never (???)
The larger they are, the harder they fall
So I drink till they can hardly recall having a body at all
I've had enough of, I aiin't actin tough, I'm actin up
But when you put MC's under pressure, I aiin't into all that faggot stuff
This rhyme'll hit so bad, imma go mad
And Think of MC's 4th an atom up into my vocab(?)
Your wife's a bitch and Death's a slut
Cuz Death comes for everyone, and when it's your turn, you're fucked
People people, when they see me get busy cuz I'm very very dope and I'm freakin the funky line (x2)
I think I'm (???), let's have a round of applause
I'm down for the cause, I'm movin mountains, bouncin off walls
I'm countin scores this is Confused councelors talkin shit, forced to spit
From now until I'm on stage, with walking sticks
To picture the potrait of an anney(?) corporate kids
Get rappers gettin court orders against (???)
I'm mad for life, In the club, hand me the mic
I keep my verses, and get myself banned for life
If these, hecklers dissin, and I'm standing on stage,
I'm gonna call you out and show the true meaning of crowd participation
Rollin down a (???), slap the shit out of a groupie
I distracts store managers, while I'm stealin nicca(?) and movies
Forever broke, no job, no where left to go
Jerry Springer comes on, and I've already seen the episode
This is when you know you're really unemployed, brain's destroyed
Sippin a Centrelink and you see all your fuckin boys
People people, when they see me get busy cuz I'm very very dope and I'm freakin the funky line (x2)
MC's claim they're movin you (are they serious?)
That's not the fact though, The fact is, you couldn't sell a burger to Fat Joe
Think you're all that, you'll be fallin back
(Jaqulines here) They call her Jaq, I call her fat
So I packed, shirts, (?), slacks, photo
Step on this mic, and when your lifes flashing back
This song's more fatal than second-hand medicine
I even bought Federine beatbox(?)
connect to Thomas Edison, through lettering, and underground peddling
I get these kids, open life, lungs of vitaline(?)
Presenting them like(???)
I'm down from the cause, protecting (???)
Like cats on Viagra, I can serve you all night
Call me the customer, because I'm always right
And I'm always mad tired, like rich people with funds
And this song's more deadly then sharing needles with bums!
People people, when they see me get busy cuz I'm very very dope and I'm freakin the funky line (x2)
Lyrics submitted by TehMadCow
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no comments??? *cries
just found this song on my ipod its on repeat another great song by hoods
about: addiction to hip hop?? livin ya life by it???