Wri$t

She won’t look me at the same, there’s something on her brain
Makes her think, she’s toxic but she knows that what it takes
Baby girl just lost it, now she thinkin im a lame
I can’t blame her but I wish I could think the same
Now she callin me at the darkest hour, she talkin that she weak but she got
all the fuckin power
Pain behind her eyes, at the bars at power hours
Leavin with niggas, who couldn’t give a fuck about her
Maybe if she numb it for a bit
She’ll forget everything and anything about this
Heart in a cup with ice in it, swallowing down pills that make her not have to
deal with it
What she talkin bout
I don’t know
I lost her long ago
The shine in her eyes it use to fuckin glow
Ever since it left, I never fuckin know
If she comin or leavin
If I hate her, I’m grieving
I’m desperate for reason
I’m sorry