Divorce

Back in the day when I was a teenager
Before I had a condo status iPhone like a pager
Now in my younger day I use to sport some ralph
Now my condo on top of the globe I'm rocking raf
Back like I never left need a jetpack elevator forklift
Just to get where my head is at
Back like I never left continue watching me
Naw chick you ain't chill or netflix boo boo
This a image from my third eye tears from my one and two
True true true right

This is for the G's this is for the hustlers
Hook for the girlfriends now back to the G

Treat your lady with respect young man
Mothers was once daughters do you understand
Arguments turn into bruises now you sit to take the stand
Lawyers man got your chicks divorce papers in his hands
That's a pain to deep cut by a shallow delivery
That's like getting Chicago dish when expecting thin Sicily
What the fuck its a joke to me so I sign the paper micky mouse
Told my other half she can keep the keys and the house
Geeze take the kids take the dogs take it all
Sell it second hand I don't give a damn anymore
You can't take my brain you can't take my heart
Auto-save over your memory different game and I press restart
Tears running down my face not due to the haste
Can we at least talk it out please look at my face
Why you looking at them shit why you looking at him
Eh boo boo stop for a second why you looking at him

Don't do this don't
Please come back
Please come back
I'm sorry max I know I'm a fucking scum bag



Credits
Writer(s): Ivan Townsend Polley
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