| I am on her page like a stalker
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| Stop talking, you’re a goner, I won’t take your offers
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| Twenty-four bottles down, that’s not what I taught her
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| Pills sitting on top of her dresser, I wanna caress her
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| I showed my diamonds to my mama, I’m a flexer
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| Took the call three times, knowing you would get hurt
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| We going up, love how you’re not showing up
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| I tell myself I’m glowing up, don’t tell me how to run this shit
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| You make me wanna throw up
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| I need options, don’t tell me what the cost is
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| This my house, don’t need a brochure
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| Why the fuck would I be knockin'?
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| Fuckin' belong in a moshpit
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| I’m broke and discarded
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| Keep my bullets by my hip
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| 'Cause I know everyone could jock it
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| I remember when I lost it, I don’t wanna lose you
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| Remember when they talk shit, fuckin' one these niggas target
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| I’m the one that’s toxic, I’m the one that loves you
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| I’m the one that gave up, I don’t wanna haunt you
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| Don’t talk in circles, 'cause I know that
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| I know it’s over
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| Won’t last forever
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| I know, I’m tired of that
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| Saying we should kick back 'til I’m missing you |
| But I wouldn’t ask to
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| Girl, I wouldn’t ask you
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| This feels like play pretend |