I been this hopeless the whole time,
I hate the flavor of this wine,
I ain't just fucking on the side,
I think about her all the time,
I been this roasted my whole life,
I don't think once I don't think twice,
I've been this ghosted my whole life,
I think about it all the time,
I,
Care, Wait, I Don't
it's a steep hill,
and it's a slow climb,
make the beat still,
and I could slow time,
I got the refill,
don't fuck with your sign,
I make you leave here with everything but your dime,
I got the beast here,
I got the dope rhymes,
I got the trees here, and everybody knows I'm,
about to leave here,
about to go prime,
and let me be clear,
I don't fuck with your kind