What's so important that you couldn't admit that you missed it?
Every weekend, we get fucked up and start yellin' like it's tradition
Got me feelin' like I'm shootin' blanks out the AK with no ammunition
Got me feelin' like I drove a fast car with no engine nor transmission
No brakes when I hit the pedal, it was all gas, head-on collision
Turn your back on me for the last time, was that really your intuition?
If you say that wasn't how it was for you, can you give me your definition?
'Cause it feel like we was on two teams, treatin' me like I was opposition
In a slow car, tryna drive to you, thirty minutes feelin' like a mission
Left the car runnin' outside for you with the key still in the ignition
Throwin' rocks at your window, tryna break somethin', never mind, forget it
Wrote a note like it's suicide for you, is this really worth not livin'?
I hope my trust still in revision
My mind not free 'cause it's too expensive
Make sure, you stop being so nice is when they start actin' different
That's why I watch my steps 'cause I'm so superstitious
I trust my hope, my intuition
In my heart, there's no hate for you or competition
But I said I'ma do whatever I want without your damn permission
Good luck, I hope you end up in the worst position
And I keep scrollin' through photos (Scroll, scroll, I just keep on scrollin')
And wake up with a new mind, like, fuck it, I'ma be solo
Fuck it, I'ma be solo
Walkin' 'round lookin' paranoid 'cause I been movin' around dolo
And all she needed was a paragraph remindin' her about the old hoes
Ain't no point in reminiscin' 'bout the other half, we should've kept it on the low, low
That's why when I'm wakin' up, I'm on go-mode
Like, fuck it, I'ma be solo
So low that I ain't even got me no connections, I been dodgin' old hoes
Solo, solo
Solo, solo
Doin' everythin' for me to notice
Tryna treat the kid like it's all love, I ain't goin'
Bitch, if I said it, I mean it, I hop in the car, on the one way I'm speedin'
Asking God, "If you hear me, I'm not tryna end up in hell just in love with a demon"
I been so fast, I'm tryna repent
Every time she call back I'm on the deep end
What's so important that you couldn't admit that you missed it?
Every weekend, we get fucked up and start yellin' like it's tradition
Got me feelin' like I'm shootin' blanks out the AK with no ammunition
Got me feelin' like I drove a fast car with no engine nor transmission
No brakes when I hit the pedal, it was all gas, head-on collision
Turn your back on me for the last time, was that really your intuition?
If you say that wasn't how it was for you, can you give me your definition?
'Cause it feel like we was on two teams, treatin' me like I was opposition
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