Cyclic Love

Now it was cool when we started out
I was sleeping on the couch at my father’s house
Yea you was coming through shooting dope for about a month or two
Never saw the telltale signs that right in front of you
Now I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t catching feelings
Sex was good but the attitude wasn’t appealing I let it slide for a minute
I was living the lotto never knew how much this could turn to a cycle now
We fight and fuss just to make up but real loves deeper it’s something you
can’t rush
Now you got a man but I’m still single little slice like Kimbo it ain’t simple
And that’s just how this cycle continues love lost and feel like a knife to the
temple
We aborted brakes from making the same mistakes her without my life is like
losing the taste
Or losing all the flavor taking the spice out erasing all the adjectives with
the white out
Me I’m like a night owl cause I’m up late contemplate on ways to keep my life
from being Mondays
Basically what I’m saying is that I need it even though it might take me off of
the deep end
Uh off of the deep end off of the deep end