X’s & O’s

[Chorus: Hollywood Ty]

Broke my heart, right out my chest

Shawty hit me up, said she's in stress

One more drink, got me real upset

She don't really love me, I must confess

Shawty hit my phone line, told her I ain't bout that

Twenty on my necklace, I can barely count that

Now I'm taking hearts, I just feel like an accountant

Getting to the bag, stack my money like a mountain



[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]

I pray to god that I don't feel numb

Really gettin' tired of lookin' dumb

Breaking hearts ain't that fun

Especially if you're the one

I can see the devil on your tongue, tongue, tongue

It's got an illusion of the damage done

I always base my future on the past, it's wrong

Can't help it, I know it ain't healthy

Icebox as a heart, shorty got it meltin'

Cupid got the shooter, swish, swish, uh, Raymond Felton

Hope the hammer goes down, yeah, I already nailed it

Had to sink the ship here before it started sailin'

Rain comes down, then it'll get to hailin'

Smokin' heart, like loud, yeah, I inhaled it

Shot Cupid down, hit him in the belly

Got his blood all over my Burberrys



[Chorus: Hollywood Ty]

Broke my heart, right out my chest

Shawty hit me up, said she's in stress

One more drink, got me real upset

She don't really love me, I must confess

Shawty hit my phone line, told her I ain't bout that

Twenty on my necklace, I can barely count that

Now I'm taking hearts, I just feel like an accountant

Getting to the bag, stack my money like a mountain



[Verse 2: Qliche]

She don't love me

And I'm so damn sorry

But I can't keep up

With this shit no more

I don't understand

Why you leaving me on read though

Here we go again

Left me for another man, Hoe

All up in my head

Like a haunting, I Just see ghosts

Threw a couple bands

Got some tears on my new clothes

Henny in the bottle, so I pour it out

Deleted all the pics, so its over now

I'm about to drown though

Sinking in this sail boat

I wrote you a letter

Don't forget to read the side note



[Chorus: Hollywood Ty]

Broke my heart, right out my chest

Shawty hit me up, said she's in stress

One more drink, got me real upset

She don't really love me, I must confess

Shawty hit my phone line, told her I ain't bout that

Twenty on my necklace, I can barely count that

Now I'm taking hearts, I just feel like an accountant

Getting to the bag, stack my money like a mountain