Last night was like a bad night a second left till disconnect just like a bad Skype only petty thoughts and lip gloss shit like a mad wife
Bout to go back to my old ways like a sad dyke

We started off as distant lovers. Lookin for one to hug us and hold us tell em we love us
Late night scheming witchu, feel like I’m dreaming
An angel in disguise but you played well with my demons
Fr I knew it felt too good to be true. Like a rose up out the concrete a view for the youth
Gave me graduation pictures hang em up in the booth. So every time a n***a spitting know I’m spitting the truth
Cuz I’d never lie to you not even once to a picture
Every time you send a text rehearse it over like scriptures
Every time you cam around you lift the world off my shoulders now everything we ever worked for is less than a smolder you colder
Than a night in Staten Island. Member when you called me to a party we was wylin
I don’t even swim had you piggy backed in the water way you looked me in my eyes we could’ve had us a daughter
But times change, and people too
I did everything in my power just to be witchu. You call me once imma pull up like I was beetlejuice
But in the end wasn’t enough I could be witchu. I feel the distance yeah I got the message
Was dumb to think we’d be together smarter when we separate
Gave a piece of myself to you I swear I should’ve kept it
It takes a bitch to know a dog I throw the bone you catch it
I know you hear me talkin reckless ion give a fuck
You sent a text to cut me off it hit me like a truck
Another reason why I’ll never have a trust to give bullshit just spillin out ya mouth you should’ve tucked ya bib
Now I can look and see the lies on your shirt. Took advantage of me cus I had my heart on my sleeve
Told me this and that to shake the dream and change my beliefs. Feel like I only owned a part of you ya heart it was leased You couldn’t even keep it real with me and told me bout that other n***a
He at the house while we together having fucking dinner. Call it whatever you want, a person calls it cheating
Couldn’t resolve it together ain’t have a single meeting
Like we ain’t drive to other states together scoop you in the snow ain’t give a fuck about no rainy weather and lowkey, I had a feeling you were more about the audience, flexin for ya followers you hate when I was commenting
You left me broker than broken ashes to ashes. The product of a wallet you knew for you wouldn’t stash it gave a fuck about my feelings took a hatchet and smashed em
Now I’m rollin off a L mistaking feeling a for madness
Tragic