The Lively Funeral Zotiyac

[Verse 1]
Sick to my stomach
Everything that I thought you wouldn't do, you had done it
Postin' pretty pictures while pussy pitchin' and stuntin'
Always tell myself I'm [?] whenever I think I want it but, they always say good things never last
And usually, to me, you was a pain in the ass
And all the memories, they will remain in the past, like
The opposite of quarterback spikes
I got played by a skirt, no bagpipes
No crash site, made it from scratch like a cat fight
After it collapsed, I was shaking more than some crab dice
Might have to try that shit again, it was a fast swipe
Who knew somebody would've left if we ain't act right?
Now let us go back and relapse to the black nights
When everything but you seemed dark, cut the flashlight
You, you had the clock in a cup
Inverted the shit, now I'm mopping it up
Involuntarily, I got locked in the cuffs
It was something up your sleeve, I did not get to touch
I watch ash spread and I pocket the dust
The memories remain and the object is us
But that's not to discuss what the topic discussed
And the promise of trust, you forgot what it was
Even though I'm with the crows, I could fly with the doves
The flock made me feel like at a spot I'm above
Hoes spread they wings [?]
It's aberred to me, birdies be urgently purging me
Locking my luck and it bugs me with certainty
Any emotion, I'm boxing it up, feelings, bottle 'em up
To conduct an emergency surgery, I could get caught in the cut
Or the act of me possibly giving a fuck
And the thought of monogamy, giving it up
I just cannot see the women who bustin their ass on the daily
For men who product and put cash on the table, a profiting plus
Loyalty's always a problem, it's just the same
And it ain't too much difference when pain gets to mixing the paint
You should follow me