[Verse 1: Cleo's Trademark]
She wanted a Mercedes so I got her two
She wants an engagement ring so I got her five
I'm hopin' we can make so it's me and you
'Cause lately our relationship it seems there's nothing right
And I saw that you tried to hit my line a few times, I must've missed you
Lately, I've been so socially distant
Been recollecting all my thoughts of all the damage we caused
Between the fight of Mister and the misses
The other night I flew to Charlеston, life has been so exhausting
I've needеd an escape for awhile
Finally saved up the money, then said goodnight to my honey
Hopped in the whip to the airport ten miles away
I get my bags checked then hop on a private jet that was sent over to me
Oh lookie see
The pilot is the father of my current bitch, it's no wonder she's hella rich
By that time I say "Fuck it," shrug my anger off and board
Looking as sharp as a sword, I pop a squat
Debating to roll some pot so I can pass out or not (Damn)
The flight attendant walks up to me with the meanest look of anger I've ever seen
She's trying not to scream
"Ma'am do we have some sort of issue I'm unaware of?"
"Do you have any Idea who I even am?"
And after studying her face I finally say "oh wait you're An- mom"
She shook my hand in frustration and walked away
I find it odd the plane is overrun by my bitches whole family
Shrug it off then I roll up some of that good-good cannibi-bi (pause)
Lookin' to my right I see her brother staring at me out the window on some horror movie shit
"What kind of shit is this?"
All- All- All of a sudden her sister's sitting next to me with the same grin on her brother's face
Now my heart's beating out of place
Anxiety on the rise, my safety's a necessity
She goes to grab knife, then I wake up to find it's just a dream
[Verse 2: PSEUDODEMONIO]
Another hour spent inside the office of my brand new therapist
Fighting for feelings that don't exist
I'm wondering if all the suffering is a necessity
In this life made just for testing me, out of options, you wait and see
Grab for the bottles, it's neck and contents contort
Some pills or a few drops short
A frugal and fragile sport (aye)
I got problems but, don't we all?
It's amazing, I'm standing tall through all the pain that you caused
I'm alive and you're so appalled
It's so-called "the angel wing ridden love" from somewhere so high above
Somehow I can't get enough
All of my progress been undone, now I'm lookin' back at square one
I'm seeing what I've become in it's essence
Mr. B says "you're back already? I thought we were going steady"
I tell him "doc, no more pills, I'm hatin' the way I feel"
He's says "yeah you know the drill."
I tell the doctor "you see I'm done."
Somehow now I got a gun
I'm feelin' alive, the best in a lot of time
I let out a sigh- rejoice, you left me no other choice
My finger cold on the trigger, lookin' for a pressing figure
I see no one, I'm inching up the gun to my brain
See Mr. B, he gives one last look at me
I'm closing my eyes, squeeze
He says "wait PSEudo there is one more"
I open one, I take a shot of some rum
I open fire point blank and now I'm looking the floor boards
Now as a corpse, I'm sitting there no remorse
In the room of once known therapist
(Yeah I'm hella pissed, yeah I can't commit)
I take me another swig, my body it feels the boom, the heat changing the room
Hate on a verge it consumes, peace has befell the womb
I'm seeing yellow then blue, then blacker than the blackest ink
The chambers empty wait think
The shells hit the floor, a clink
I'm walking inside of his room, it's barely the afternoon