Losing Face (Late Demo) Wilbur Soot

[Spoken Intro]
Fuckin' one, two
Whoo!

[Verse 1]
First and foremost
Oh, let it be said
I was gonna wait for you
So this is not an act of spite
But a visceral coming-to
She wrote an album
And that's something that I can't do
What I can do is spit the truth
And it all leads back to you

[Verse 2]
Secondly, I know I haven't written much
You know the way I can be
But tonight, I'm fucking drunk
So it's all gonna be about me
Take a seat, pull up a chair
Give me one beat to fill my glass
I've lost a piece of me in you
But you've lost all your past

[Chorus]
Is he better than me?
Has he seen more to this life?
Can he smoke more?
Can he fuck more?
Are you good enough to be his wife?
Can he break me?
Can he break you?
Oh, I don't know what I'm to do
Yes, I don't know what I'll fucking do