X-Files Pt. 1

I've got a girl now you can't contact me
Where'd you get my number from
What'd ya expect me to say or do
Try ringing the other dude u used to talk to
Cah right now I'm not that dude

She's the type to get dolled up to take pics
Addicted to the life of likes and reposts
Back then she was overlooked by mandem
Breasts weren't big enough
Nose was slightly angled to the right
She worked hard and fixed them
Used the deposit for a flat on a new nose
Boobs on hire purchase
Credit card sprees on clothes
Now she's on the gram and on the snap
Finessing on foes
Doing mirror shots
Playing dress up
She's home alone
Goes out to nightlubs just to pose
Trout pout for selfies hashtag the most
On a quest for more likes and follows
Instant gratification
No thought of tomorrow

I've got a girl now you can't contact me
Where'd you get my number from
What'd ya expect me to say or do
Try ringing the other dude u used to talk to
Cah right now I'm not that dude

My ex called from a withheld number
Whimpering into the phone
How much she misses us
Her finance beats her to a pulp
Until his fists hurt
She feels compelled to stay
It's a learned thing
Daddy cheated on mummy
Daddy was an alcoholic
Mummy high most of time
She never noticed
The physical and emotional abuse
Mummy was daddy's muse
A punchbag from heights to blues
Mummy was a siren
A woman every man wanted
Until she got with someone that
No one wanted beef with
As much as daddy was a lunatic
He could never do wrong in the eyes of kids
Mummy was a victim her whole life
Step daddy popped her cherry
A cycle of pain
Always loved the trappers in fancy cars
Moved onto the next when they behind bars
Meanwhile daddy's on a mad one
Running wild through the roads
Until he met a siren
Supplied the powder for her nose
A few wraps turnt into a date of sorts
Intercity transport trips as a unit
She's the Bonnie to his Clyde
She was down to ride
Until the better end
Until the pigs kicked the door in
Until he slipped deeper into a spirit bottle
And she skied down a mountain of coke
King and Queen pin
Mummy was a Madame in the streets
Daddy was a butcher who slaughtered beef
Is it a culture or socialised thing
Is it the fact he presented a ring
Is it the promises of bags and shoes
Or the certainty of being knocked
Back n blue?
Each moment of lunacy followed by blame
And the promise it'll happen again
Empty sorrys and apologies
Trapped cah she's chained psychologically
Is she a victim of insecurities
Have insecurities made him a bully?
Or is it the pressure from peers
Making more moves and money
Than he does
Wearing fancier clothes and driving cars
That cost an arm
Switching cars that cost an arm
To escape the long arms
Of the law
He's owes the connect
Even contemplating suicide
There's no doors
He's in too far
The money saved up to go legit
Has been swallowed up
By his desire to win
His desire to floss
His desire to show off
But all that finessing couldn't make a boss
He's hot on the roads
Stuck between two buns like dog
Bark to his temple
I guess the ketchup will be splattered on
Meanwhile she's contemplating if it's worth
Keeping the oven on
At the clinic seeking to turn it off
All this before I've opened my mouth
To speak
I've got a girl now you can't contact me
Where'd you get my number from
What'd ya expect me to say or do
Try ringing the other dude u used to talk to
Cah right now I'm not that dude

I've got a girl now you can't contact me
Where'd you get my number from
What'd ya expect me to say or do
Try ringing the other dude u used to talk to
Cah right now I'm not that dude