How I Met My Ex Dave

[Verse 1]
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I met my girl when I was eighteen-years-old
And she was just turnin' twenty-three
I really love her from my heart
And even though I don't deserve it, fam, I hope she loves me
So I just done this private show, I'm doin' Footlocker promo
And judgin' from the postcode it was Shoreditch or Soho
Did six or seven tracks, made six or seven racks
A couple days later on Twitter I saw this photo of myself and I was grinning
That 4K camera of quality had got me tripping
So I'm checking out who did it
When I stumbled on this girl
And I could tell that she was different
A couple hours later now I'm liking all her pictures
I ain't finished
I typed her Twitter name into my Insta so I could check on every single little digit
Why didn't I just message her?
Trust me I was thinking, but I'm a self-centred rapper too concerned about my image
The truth
So when she hit me first I'm pretty shocked I didn't burst
I'm callin' Josh, Jack and Juss, who am I ringin' first?
Man, I was so excited that I replied
A minute later, that's that "Bro, I think that you just let her know" excited
Too excited, no clue on what I should do excited
So I'm just typin', ramblin' like a fool, excited