What these slats really want from me?
On some scary movie vibe, burnin’ DMs to my exes.
Told ’em they were mine – yeah, forever mine.
Funny, I keep dreamin’ of us when we ain’t aligned.
You call me a loser,
wilder than Charlie Sheen.
Scars too deep for a heart to clean.
We in too deep, you ain’t losin’ me.
Hahaha – glad you find that funny.
You been talkin’ loud since I been gone.
Heard I hit your bestie like Megan Fox – oh yeah.
Heard my women speak on me in them high notes.
That’s why you run around, but can’t find one like me,
every time you need me – you call me, bitch.
My house, definition of liquor and weed addiction.
You hate this version of me –
tryna play Pretty Woman,
but more like that old Playboy edition.
No respect for my name, movin’ reckless – that’s not how we livin’.
Too much goin’ on, it’s unrealistic.
These days I don’t talk ‘bout weed like I miss it.
And you shouldn’t either – we different people.
But every time we dream, it’s like we ‘bout to talk again.
What’s with me?
If it’s on till we gone, I gotta know now –
you with me or not? Yeah.
I wanna know how much time you spend on me,
how you always thinkin’ on me.
All that poison in our history.
You playin’ mind games when you speak things,
silent movie games – we both toxic beings.
Slide on a late night –
you like to slide on a late night.
You send the “all good?” text with no meaning.
That’s that shit I don’t like.
We both made mistakes – Bella Italia.
Yeah, how real is that?
You toyin’ with it like a Happy Meal.
Three dots, still thinkin’ of a comeback,
while you typin’, better tell me:
What’s with me?
If it’s on till we gone, I gotta know now –
you with me or not? Yeah.
Remember when you stayed in Düsseldorf for a month?
2 AM in the BMW 2312.
We had a secret – you had a man,
swore you’d leave him.
Girl, I had your back when you was just frontin’.
I built a career off reminiscing.
Time got a funny way of tickin’ –
things so different now.
I’ll admit it, I’ve admitted to a lot.
Don’t act like you don’t know –
fuck the stories, fuck the shade they throwin’.
Understand, I got people that need me.
On my way to get this money.
Lot of people pay just to take this knowledge.
Oh, oh.
Tried to give you the world,
your hands runnin’ down my neck.
You knew me when the kid had nothin’.
But that’s enough of that –
you could never say I came up and forgot you.
And that’s some real shit.
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