[Chorus]
In this white wave
I am sinking
In this silence
In this white wave
In this silence (x2)

[Verse 1]
We’re volatile, I can’t call it though
It’s like too large a peg, and too small a hole
She cheats and I catch her like the common cold
Last time I broke her collar bone
She’s intolerable
All I know is that the sex is phenomenal though
We’re an unlikely pair, yeah
Like two different Nike Airs
But I’m the same size she wears
So I think, we’re soulmates
Though people don’t like us together
But like we care
Yeah, but God strike me dead
She knows that I would walk over hot coats for her
With both of my feet bare
Soon as I ask to hit
It’s like she grabs a switch
Turns me over her knee
My ass is whipped, yeah
And I got her back but I’m spineless
When she stabs me in mine
It’s like I just can’t feel the knife
As she pokes, jabs it and slices
One minute she’ll build me up
The next she’ll push me around
Probably why she calls me dumbbell
She lifts me up and puts me down
But I am under her thumb now
I must be under her spell
It’s like looking right into a gun barrel
But none of this hoes can fuck with my girl, she got that
[Chorus]
In this white wave
I am sinking
In this silence
In this white wave
In this silence (x2)

[Verse 2]
We wake up, break up, make up
Like Maybelline, she’s all made up
Like make-belief
Probably why she’s so fake to me
But what the fuck’s she gonna take from me her see?
Strip her naked and take her keys
I’ve been planning this day for weeks
But I can’t tell if I’m ‘wake or ‘sleep

But if is actually happening, sucker for pain
I’m stuck in this radioactive pattern
But her by her motherfucking hair
Is all I imagine draggin’
She lunges, attacks and scratches
But I ain’t gonna stand for that shit
Like Kaep for the National Anthem

As I stab, I’m laughing
So much for witchcraft and magic
Abracadabra that bitch
No turnin’ back, I’m from blackin’
As I say farewell for the love of my life
I cut it, I slice, I give up one last hug goodbye
Wipe the blood of my butterfly knife
Watch her fucking die right in front of my eyes
But in hindsight
I think, I just wanted to see what her insights look like
As I pop another five Vic’s
That’s what this high’s, right
Look down, there’s mud on my Nikes
Shovel at my side, blood on my mic
I wake up to Music To Be Murdered by, like…
[Chorus]
In this white wave
I am sinking
In this silence
In this white wave
In this silence (x2)