a story of boy meets girl
Lights camera action, the reel is spinning
I ain't killed myself but I'm persistent
Ain't been living well but I've been living
Heard it's a fairy tale, think she tripping
If it worked out, than it worked out
Drive cross the city, you don't even miss me
Too busy kickin' it with old friends
But we ain't talking bout no friends
It is what is
Stacking up L
Trying to Tetris this shit
Been building myself up
That shit disappear
And I'm where I begin
This shit getting better to get worse
My mental health worse or my net worth
I'm meant to get better not get worse
I sent you a text, I don't get words
I get memories moulding the folds in my brain
Can't consolidate how it turned out with 'her'
But it don't even matter, grey matter as paint
We were destined to fail
Predisposition, my mind screaming bail
Therapy lyrics and medicine fail
Got me like 'doe' and now that shit stale
Got me like running those memories
Of all those memories of you just running your hands through my hair
Got me like thinking was there nothing there?
If you couldn't care then that shit got me scared
Fuel all my fantasies
I can't abandon these manifestations of you in my mind
Tables turning now I'm waiting in line
My fam with their family at Christmas time
MJ and Lucy my besties
When I go through it they get me
I think that god trying to test me
I listened to Donda, I hope he accept me
Locked out of heaven, on Bruno Mars shit
Smoking out the window on some Bruno Mars shit
Sad but we steady fuckin' to The Smiths
Sad but we holdin' hands in the car shit
Too happy to write out these bars shit
It is what it is
Feel terrible
Now y'all get to hear me spit
This ain't no motherfucking love story
This that I been tryna cuddle and you don't want me
This that I been tryna reach the other side
This that I been tryna commit suicide, tryna die
Had a good connection Wi-Fi
This that shit that really make me try
That shit that make me really cry
That shit that make me hold you tight and never wanna leave
This that shit that make me wonder why the fuck am I a fiend
I left my medication back at home
I don't need dedication I need dome
You messed me up now I feel so alone
You text me, nope, I'm just too fucking stoned
I hope that you happy
I hope that you happy
I hope that you happy
I hope that you happy
I hope that you happy
I hope that you happy
I hope that you happy
I hope that you happy
I ain't killed myself but I'm persistent
Ain't been living well but I've been living
Heard it's a fairy tale, think she tripping
If it worked out, than it worked out
Drive cross the city, you don't even miss me
Too busy kickin' it with old friends
But we ain't talking bout no friends
It is what is
Stacking up L
Trying to Tetris this shit
Been building myself up
That shit disappear
And I'm where I begin
This shit getting better to get worse
My mental health worse or my net worth
I'm meant to get better not get worse
I sent you a text, I don't get words
I get memories moulding the folds in my brain
Can't consolidate how it turned out with 'her'
But it don't even matter, grey matter as paint
We were destined to fail
Predisposition, my mind screaming bail
Therapy lyrics and medicine fail
Got me like 'doe' and now that shit stale
Got me like running those memories
Of all those memories of you just running your hands through my hair
Got me like thinking was there nothing there?
If you couldn't care then that shit got me scared
Fuel all my fantasies
I can't abandon these manifestations of you in my mind
Tables turning now I'm waiting in line
My fam with their family at Christmas time
MJ and Lucy my besties
When I go through it they get me
I think that god trying to test me
I listened to Donda, I hope he accept me
Locked out of heaven, on Bruno Mars shit
Smoking out the window on some Bruno Mars shit
Sad but we steady fuckin' to The Smiths
Sad but we holdin' hands in the car shit
Too happy to write out these bars shit
It is what it is
Feel terrible
Now y'all get to hear me spit
This ain't no motherfucking love story
This that I been tryna cuddle and you don't want me
This that I been tryna reach the other side
This that I been tryna commit suicide, tryna die
Had a good connection Wi-Fi
This that shit that really make me try
That shit that make me really cry
That shit that make me hold you tight and never wanna leave
This that shit that make me wonder why the fuck am I a fiend
I left my medication back at home
I don't need dedication I need dome
You messed me up now I feel so alone
You text me, nope, I'm just too fucking stoned
I hope that you happy
I hope that you happy
I hope that you happy
I hope that you happy
I hope that you happy
I hope that you happy
I hope that you happy
I hope that you happy
Credits
Writer(s): Gerald Foo
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