Injury Lyrics - Joseph Cook

[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