I lost too much hope, I believe in you too much
I could be lost, though, let me be wrong, though
You still sing my songs, though
It's a miracle we even get along, though
Feels new, feels special, somehow, it still feels wrong, though
Long car drives that me and you, it's not built for
Give me attention, I'll keep on sinnin'
I made a symphony out my miseries
A million out my little speech, a kajillion, I'm on a killin' spree
Blood splattered, a hundred field of my enemies
I'm bouncin', I got bendy knees
Like Kobe, step back, mm, take a three
Kobe my Buddha, I adopted his mentality
I'm in this bitch 'til I ain't no more
Seen things I can't repeat
Been dreamin' 'bout the wrong boys
If I ain't had no Cole or had no Rome, I'd prolly be locked alone
Back when you was my megaphone, Texas with my gym clothes
My dick hard, my bitch know
My dick hard, won't you help me out?
My dick hard, what we talkin' 'bout?
Call you a Uber just to open your mouth
Bitch love talkin', 'bout to run his mouth
If you don't call me back, I'ma kill myself
Yeah, yeah, raindrops, I can't miss a step or it's done, bitch
Do exactly what I want, bitch
Do without havin' to front, bitch
Hundred grand, Loewe bag for the month
Fill the void, fill the void 'til it's done (Bitch, bitch, bitch)
Let me spell it out for you, I-A-M-T-H-E-O-N-E
Lil' kid stopped me in the street
Skyscraper shit, lookin' up at me
Let me spell it out for you, I-A-M-T-H-E-O-N-E
Lil' kid stopped me in the street
Skyscraper shit, lookin' up at me
Bitch, bitch, bitch
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