[Verse]
She said I was cold (she said I was cold)
In and out her life I guess the story's getting old (story's getting old)
But she can't abort me in her soul (wha?)
Daytime TV talk to Maury and his show like oh
She's a reflection of the globe
All the shades and all the sorts of which it glows (wha?)
But yo (but yo, uh)
I be working my ass off
Not to have a bad blastoff
She hold my hand and can't see that I'm absent and it's sad dawg
What it cost in cash depends on how much the cash costs
You see everyone is a tad lost and
I was mad flossin'
Swag had caution with the yellow tape across it
To her at least I was bossin'
And when she complained I heard her piece (I listened)
Even though most of it was absurdities
It just didn't work for me the uncertainties
That I could do better
Maybe you could do better?
And she's deservin' me?
And it's hard to tell if I'm hurt cause see I bleed burgundy that's my word
But my shirt's burgundy
And I changed my shirt but I got like five of 'em
Honey want the truth but get mad when supplies come in
And you thought that you could lie to comply with the jive from him
But instead we was both stressin' ready to die from it
Man love could be like good weed
Cause a couple hits are great but after a while you barely get high from it (this ain't even hitting no mo' man!)
Y'know like a tolerance?
(Y'know? Fuck it. I'm sorry though that was mean... I'm venting!)
But over instruments I implement hintin'
You was an incident risking
The intimate wish slipping
Shot clocks tick ticking
I shot my shit brickin'
But he isn't trippin'
So why're you? Why you?
You you you you you

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