Antiques
How you doin' all the Questioning
No right to ask about my Messagin'
You follow broads that I have blocked
Ya got no argument but still you knock
Lately, I've been wearin' too much blue
Ask the reason? It reminds me of you
I've done everything I can do
But when I count it up, I only got few
In many ways you did me wrong
I can't let go, except through a song
Man I've been at that shit for too long
Calling meetings, consulting my bong
To be honest I'm done with excuses
Tryna fight but you know that it's useless
I'm done sayin' I'm fine with your bruises
Go ahead and just hit up your muses
The way that we explode we got fuses
One who don't reload's, one who loses
Adults compromise, you ride truces so
If I ever feel like a choice, I'm throwin deuces
How you doin' all the Questioning
No right to ask about my Messagin'
You follow broads that I have blocked
Ya got no argument but still you knock
Oo with you I always walk that fine line
Between the wine, dine and sixty-nine
You know I'll reply even when "offline"
You hurt me, boy why is you cryin
The lights they blind from what's behind
We keep in mind our wasted times
Be kind, rewind, it's your heart that binds
Review commotions, see what you find
"All girls the same", get it all the time
Trends from my feed and you tell them they fine
To you it's all a game, why you wasting my time
To say "I'd keep you too," You know I'd be lyin'
How you doin' all the Questioning
No right to ask about my Messagin'
You follow broads that I have blocked
Ya got no argument but still you knock
Yeah, the lies you told have made me weak
But truth unfolds, you've sprung a leak
Not so bold, I question weeks
Stories of old, at mountains I peak
Like mold, it grows, you've died for those cheeks
No gold or stone could blind from your sneaks
I've caught on and what I'm smelling, it reeks
You've been led to the circus by fictional freaks
I do tricks, and balance trapeze
I flip all around, the ring how it squeaks
I dance 'til the janitor comes in and sweeps
I look for applause, but you've gone and I shriek
Suspended I notice my rope's held by Greeks
Seeds have been sown, look what you reap
Dog to a bone, you fetch and I weep
Watched as it dangled but I was the treat
For too long I let you convince me I'm weak
Understanding of you has become less bleak
It's a show, you should know I am not so meek
You pay in physiques and distorted obliques
You want "shiny new" but I deal in antiques
No right to ask about my Messagin'
You follow broads that I have blocked
Ya got no argument but still you knock
Lately, I've been wearin' too much blue
Ask the reason? It reminds me of you
I've done everything I can do
But when I count it up, I only got few
In many ways you did me wrong
I can't let go, except through a song
Man I've been at that shit for too long
Calling meetings, consulting my bong
To be honest I'm done with excuses
Tryna fight but you know that it's useless
I'm done sayin' I'm fine with your bruises
Go ahead and just hit up your muses
The way that we explode we got fuses
One who don't reload's, one who loses
Adults compromise, you ride truces so
If I ever feel like a choice, I'm throwin deuces
How you doin' all the Questioning
No right to ask about my Messagin'
You follow broads that I have blocked
Ya got no argument but still you knock
Oo with you I always walk that fine line
Between the wine, dine and sixty-nine
You know I'll reply even when "offline"
You hurt me, boy why is you cryin
The lights they blind from what's behind
We keep in mind our wasted times
Be kind, rewind, it's your heart that binds
Review commotions, see what you find
"All girls the same", get it all the time
Trends from my feed and you tell them they fine
To you it's all a game, why you wasting my time
To say "I'd keep you too," You know I'd be lyin'
How you doin' all the Questioning
No right to ask about my Messagin'
You follow broads that I have blocked
Ya got no argument but still you knock
Yeah, the lies you told have made me weak
But truth unfolds, you've sprung a leak
Not so bold, I question weeks
Stories of old, at mountains I peak
Like mold, it grows, you've died for those cheeks
No gold or stone could blind from your sneaks
I've caught on and what I'm smelling, it reeks
You've been led to the circus by fictional freaks
I do tricks, and balance trapeze
I flip all around, the ring how it squeaks
I dance 'til the janitor comes in and sweeps
I look for applause, but you've gone and I shriek
Suspended I notice my rope's held by Greeks
Seeds have been sown, look what you reap
Dog to a bone, you fetch and I weep
Watched as it dangled but I was the treat
For too long I let you convince me I'm weak
Understanding of you has become less bleak
It's a show, you should know I am not so meek
You pay in physiques and distorted obliques
You want "shiny new" but I deal in antiques
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Writer(s): Eliza Kennelly
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