Recess

Chasing Chasing all the things you never had Facing Facing all the fears you never grabbed You've had The chance Sitting next to her With her fingers in her purse You can tell she does her work You may try to speak but someone was eyeing her first You sit back and try to rehearse those lines It's the first day back I need to relax Probably not her type I can see that guy What if she's into all the things I do I got up, I got up, I got up I got up, I got up At recess you follow her to the swing set Her hair its swings, she jumps and clings to her friend she hasn't seen today Yet she She looks so clean In those blue jeans You pray that she could never be A girl who don't know why It's so hot outside You look at the time The bell rings so high, the bell rings so high You've run out of time It's lunch and you give your favorite flavor of Crunch bar You watch her As she gives it to her friend who has three different lunches You say that she's ungrateful She can never focus On the way home The bus is full so you wait for her You sit by her And you fix your mouth to say hello As you fix your mouth to say hello You notice that she had already put in her bright pink headphones I just can't do this Every chance I miss I can tell that she ain't tryna' know me Let your mind do tricks Ask her for that kiss I got up, I got up, I got up I got up, I got up I just can't do this Every chance I miss I can tell that she ain't tryna' know me Let your mind do tricks Ask her for that kiss I got up, I got up, I got up I got up, I got up