Signed in Cursive

We was really trippin for a long time
Feel like I met the wrong person at the wrong time
Cuz on the low
I think we jaded each other
Baited each other, with bullshit
To the point we hated each other
I mean I asked you bout that nigga a long time ago
Ironic that you with him now and you can't find them hoes
That you claimed I fucked
Shit had me stuck
Cuz you said he was just your barber
Guess you really let him cut
I thought you was the one but I got better luck
The one pointing the finger
That's who you never trust
Putting a ring on a finger
That's what you never rush
You let old shit linger
How come you never flushed?
Sometimes forever's rushed
And ends up being a moment
I tried to make my house a home
Now I'm just glad I own it
Felt like I never had a voice with you
I had to tone it
Down
Cuz of all the pity parties you were throwing
That's real shit

You painting all them narratives bout me had me amused
Even in a no judgement zone
I get accused
You were talking vacations a month in
I refused
Cuz I mean, nothing travels faster than bad news
All them drunk arguments had us blown like a bad fuse
I'm guessing that's why the support turned into mad booze
Never had nothing to hide
You just found mad clues
Thinking I was hitting hoes
And it left a bad bruise
We both had views
So different that it couldn't work
So many miscues
I went missing and you was hurt
Ain't mean to misuse
Your heart, you wore it on your shirt
With no I miss you's
You felt I barely knew your worth
For what it's worth
I took note of what I last heard
You said I'm so good with words but I got trash verbs
You claimed I never opened up with my past words
Sign my name in cursive nigga these my last words