Hope Outta Long Island

[Verse 1]
Heart broke, she still out in Aus
I’m stuck on the Island
Bus stop breeze in my face
Phone screen, I keep scrollin, in silence
Time zone twisted
3 a.m. when she callin my day
Say she love me, then she disappear
Guess love just learned how to play
Mind games, I’m pacing the floor
My boys say “bro, just move on”
But they on they own little scandals
Swear they pure, got dirt on they palms
Everybody posting them verses
But live like they never read ‘em
Cross ‘round neck for the photos
Then lie like they never said ‘em
[Chorus]
Women talk, talk, talk
But who gon’ stay?
Whole world fake, got me
Kneelin to pray
Need Jesus in the middle
Of this Long Island pain
God, I’m tryna hold on
Hope everything change (yeah)
Hope everything change
[Verse 2]
FaceTime lag, her laugh come late
Feels just like the love did too
She say, “Baby, trust me, chill”
But I seen what her close friends do
Screenshots sittin in my phone
Red flags bright as the dawn
Say I’m crazy, say I’m “trippin”
That’s gaslight level on “strong”
Every party, somebody pretend
They your friend till you fall off track
They disappear when the bill come
Reappear when your bag come back
I’m tired of the filters and captions
Tired of the “bless up” for show
If you really know God like you type you do
Why you hurt me so cold?
[Chorus]
Women talk, talk, talk
But who gon’ stay?
Whole world fake, got me
Kneelin to pray
Need Jesus in the middle
Of this Long Island pain
God, I’m tryna hold on
Hope everything change (hey)
Hope everything change
[Bridge]
Hands up, eyes low
“Lord, I can’t do this solo”
Heart broke, still I know
You see me in this hollow
Take this hurt, take this blame
Wash this anger from my veins
If they all leave, you remain
Only truth in all this strange
[Chorus]
Women talk, talk, talk
But who gon’ stay?
Whole world fake, got me
Kneelin to pray
Need Jesus in the middle
Of this Long Island pain
God, I’m tryna hold on
Hope everything change
Yeah, I’m tryna hold on
Hope everything change

rap, Moody East Coast rap beat with spaced-out trap drums, airy pads, and a lonely synth line; male vocals shifting from tight, bitter flows in the verses to a raw, shout-along hook; subtle pitched-down ad-libs, bass hitting hard but leaving room for the pain in the voice, fake