the thoughts come to head
like sorry i left u on read
i fell asleep in my bed
i almost forgot what u said
might pick up the pieces i left
saving the pictures u sent
these boots cost more than my rent
them titties right on yo chest
my publishing write me a check
(breathe)
it’s gold up under yo neck
i’m fiend’in for your affection
look in my eyes all i do is reflect
we play da game lil baby what’s next
she know me but we just met
she wanna plug like ethernet
smoking cigarettes
i’m in the cut like bayonet
long hair bayonetta
i can’t not forget ya
smoking gas this pressa
hold you through depression
teach fuck nigga a lesson
u run for me election
got bottles in the section