[Verse]
How many times you call and I ain’t answer, there used to be a time when I wasn’t even past her
I gasp air just to try and find a way out
But these rhymes go in circles like a child with a playhouse
Every day is just the same thing, nobody seems to see it
That the world has an algorithm, you can’t even say shit, save it
Crumple paper into pieces, hide it from the government and say you’ll pay the leases
Money’s everything nowadays don’t you understand, from fraud, stealing shit to selling weed and contraband like pack thе van
We moving out into the suburbs
The city keeps on growing with graffiti on thе outskirts of buildings
Bitches all up in their feelings bout the things people used to say but don’t they know that times have changed, it’s different days
So wear the noose around your neck, you say the wrong thing, slip up and now you’re dead, that’s how it feels
You tiptoe around conversations watching all your language like you on the television, we can’t beep it out
Our words are here to stay, they got folders on your history, your weaknesses, and pains
You touched my soul when you told me that you loved me
I didn’t know that you were lying, I had sipped the bubbly
I hate birthdays, they remind me that I’m fucking lonely
Funny how you say you care, but you never phone me
I’m a phony when it comes to being honest, cause I tell you that I’m okay but I’m listening to MOBO songs on replay, on repeat
The spreadsheet with my name displayed across it
The faucets that you use, have never cost shit
How many times you call and I ain’t answer, there used to be a time when I wasn’t even past her
I gasp air just to try and find a way out
But these rhymes go in circles like a child with a playhouse
Every day is just the same thing, nobody seems to see it
That the world has an algorithm, you can’t even say shit, save it
Crumple paper into pieces, hide it from the government and say you’ll pay the leases
Money’s everything nowadays don’t you understand, from fraud, stealing shit to selling weed and contraband like pack thе van
We moving out into the suburbs
The city keeps on growing with graffiti on thе outskirts of buildings
Bitches all up in their feelings bout the things people used to say but don’t they know that times have changed, it’s different days
So wear the noose around your neck, you say the wrong thing, slip up and now you’re dead, that’s how it feels
You tiptoe around conversations watching all your language like you on the television, we can’t beep it out
Our words are here to stay, they got folders on your history, your weaknesses, and pains
You touched my soul when you told me that you loved me
I didn’t know that you were lying, I had sipped the bubbly
I hate birthdays, they remind me that I’m fucking lonely
Funny how you say you care, but you never phone me
I’m a phony when it comes to being honest, cause I tell you that I’m okay but I’m listening to MOBO songs on replay, on repeat
The spreadsheet with my name displayed across it
The faucets that you use, have never cost shit
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