Pity Party
Seems like street lights going nowhere fast
I can't seem to leave you in the past
I'm Cupid with a shotgun
She was a blonde hair
Blue-yellow eyes, lightskin
Black-white spice girl
Tie her hair up and fight girl
We used hook up in the back of her car
When mine wouldn't start
Far is too close and my memory's not sharp
What a butter knife of a night
What if I wasn't in the passenger side
Kicking my game like Tekken Tag
Switching my play like the second half?
Told you exactly what you wanna hear
How I'll always be there for you
Even when you know I'm never there for you
Even when you find somebody else
Even when you crying to your friends how I fucked you and dipped
I never had a problem being transparent
I apologize if I have trouble being all you need
Being the air you breathe
The smoke in your lungs turns white eyes pink
I don't need to run
I don't need to run
Streetlights turn into bright when I pull out my gun
And I'm Cupid with the shotgun
I do not love
I don't need you
I do not front
Back then I say you was everything
And my phone's on five percent
And I'm halfway through your paragraph about only wanting to fuck
Fuck, you got me
And I laugh it off with a cigarette in my mouth
Thinking 'bout the girl that's on my couch
That just gave me the sloppy
I'm sorry
I can't seem to leave you in the past
I'm Cupid with a shotgun
She was a blonde hair
Blue-yellow eyes, lightskin
Black-white spice girl
Tie her hair up and fight girl
We used hook up in the back of her car
When mine wouldn't start
Far is too close and my memory's not sharp
What a butter knife of a night
What if I wasn't in the passenger side
Kicking my game like Tekken Tag
Switching my play like the second half?
Told you exactly what you wanna hear
How I'll always be there for you
Even when you know I'm never there for you
Even when you find somebody else
Even when you crying to your friends how I fucked you and dipped
I never had a problem being transparent
I apologize if I have trouble being all you need
Being the air you breathe
The smoke in your lungs turns white eyes pink
I don't need to run
I don't need to run
Streetlights turn into bright when I pull out my gun
And I'm Cupid with the shotgun
I do not love
I don't need you
I do not front
Back then I say you was everything
And my phone's on five percent
And I'm halfway through your paragraph about only wanting to fuck
Fuck, you got me
And I laugh it off with a cigarette in my mouth
Thinking 'bout the girl that's on my couch
That just gave me the sloppy
I'm sorry
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Writer(s): Avelino Omo, Jean Dawson
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