Misery (feat. Nel-Sun)

What's up?
Alright, ummm... Give me about five minutes, okay?

If she's flyin' out, then we ridin' out
I'm right here, baby girl whatchu want, whatchu want?
Back to my spot, why should we stop?
We're right here, baby girl don't you front, don't you front
'Cause I know, every time we kick it I'm focused
Since the kiss you been hangin' on my lips
Now I gotta get a grip, I'm ghost

Now this probably shouldn't be taken seriously
You coulda been anywhere tonight but you're here with me
It's the, H to the Izzo
Put your face in the pillow
You said you was only coming to my place for a little
Now I got my hands in between your waist in the middle
You want my face there instead, tasting your Skittles
We should stay single, relations are riddled
With too many rules, find a place in the middle
You said, 'Don't over think it, it's times like this
When we make our deep connections', as I slide right in, ugh
A few more shots has me feeling courages
Just popped a blue pill so I'm still in the matrix

If she's flyin' out, then we ridin' out
I'm right here, baby girl whatchu want, whatchu want?
Back to my spot, why should we stop?
We're right here, baby girl don't you front, don't you front
'Cause I know, every time we kick it I'm focused
Since the kiss you been hangin' on my lips
Now I gotta get a grip, I'm ghost

As I open up my eyes, it's clear I'm faded
Annie's got a look on her face like she's irritated
"You left your phone open, I read your notes motherfucker
No strings attached, then you're going ghost, motherfucker?"
Bitch, you got the nerve the way you're holding me back
You said you wasn't using me and it was totally that
You're fuckin' miserable, the fuckin' shit you pull
I should've left your fuckin' ass somewhere in the interlude
This shit is cyclical... It's killin' me softly
"You think you're gonna sell our love and make a million off me?
You'll be back and we'll be stronger like never before"
Feelin' like she might be right, as I head for the door... Fuck!

Damn it, Annie...
I felt like we could've been something special...
We really fucked this up...
Shit...

Misery, misery, misery, that's what you've chosen
I offered you friendship and you spat in my face



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Writer(s): Kyle Harris
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