Lone Wolf With Money To Blow

[Verse 1]
Torn in between the two
Blunts in the sink, cups on the table
Money to blow, but I’m broke in the middle
Heart on my sleeve, but it’s covered in labels
Fake love in my phone, real pain in my chest
You say it’s forever, you stay for a check
I stay in the cut like I’m duckin’ the press
Lone wolf in the night, tryna run from regret
[Chorus]
I’m a lone wolf with money to blow
Fake love all around, but my feelings don’t fold (nah)
Always been a real one, stand on what I know
Fumbled a real one, now I drink it alone
I’m a lone wolf, yeah, that’s how it go (how it go)
Smoke in my lungs, and these stories untold
Always been a real one, heart still gold
Fumbled a real one, now my bed run cold
[Verse 2]
Got two voices in my head
One say “heal,” other say “roll up again”
One say “call her, you know she a ten”
Other say “chill, you gon’ lose her again”
You wanted a man, I was actin’ like a kid
You wanted the truth, I was hidin’ what I did
Had a real one, let it slip through my grip
Now it’s club lights, dark thoughts, same script
[Chorus]
I’m a lone wolf with money to blow
Fake love all around, but my feelings don’t fold
Always been a real one, stand on what I know (stand on it)
Fumbled a real one, now I drink it alone
I’m a lone wolf, yeah, that’s how it go
Smoke in my lungs, and these stories untold (so untold)
Always been a real one, heart still gold
Fumbled a real one, now my bed run cold (so cold)

rap, Moody trap-R&B hybrid with male vocals; melancholic keys over deep bass and crisp hats, verse flows ride a laid-back trap pocket, hook blossoms into melodic, half-sung lines with airy harmonies and subtle pitch FX, occasional filtered drops before the chorus to spotlight the vocal confessions, r&b, hip hop, fake