ripple
Images been floating in my mind
In the backrooms, friends been doing lines
Never got the chance to express myself
Blame it all to the blinding lights
But I seen you all throughout my life
I saw you ripple in my mind
And I saw you turn back time, yeah
Bitches on my waistline
I ain't tryna waste time
So I step back if they ain't above my baseline
Shawty wanna FaceTime
But I can't even face mine
So impulsive
I can't even settle for a goldmine
Yeah I ain't stressing bout that bitch
And if I do I take an 1/8th and
Then I roll it like a splint
That just how I deal with it
But next morning, pain persist
Really fucking up my mental
Two years later, feel like shit
I covered my tracks in the sand
But that shit be holding me back
I thought you were happy with him
But now you be wanting me back
Numbing the pain for a minute
But nothing the same, I been at my limit
I just want to hop in the civic
And drive to your place and ask how you living
You been living fine
But I know I'm on your mind
You been tryna talk to me all the fucking time
Can we have some closure
Can you find that piece of mind
Peace of mind
Bitches on my waistline
I ain't tryna waste time
So I step back if they ain't above my baseline
Shawty wanna FaceTime
But I can't even face mine
So impulsive
I can't even settle for a goldmine
In the backrooms, friends been doing lines
Never got the chance to express myself
Blame it all to the blinding lights
But I seen you all throughout my life
I saw you ripple in my mind
And I saw you turn back time, yeah
Bitches on my waistline
I ain't tryna waste time
So I step back if they ain't above my baseline
Shawty wanna FaceTime
But I can't even face mine
So impulsive
I can't even settle for a goldmine
Yeah I ain't stressing bout that bitch
And if I do I take an 1/8th and
Then I roll it like a splint
That just how I deal with it
But next morning, pain persist
Really fucking up my mental
Two years later, feel like shit
I covered my tracks in the sand
But that shit be holding me back
I thought you were happy with him
But now you be wanting me back
Numbing the pain for a minute
But nothing the same, I been at my limit
I just want to hop in the civic
And drive to your place and ask how you living
You been living fine
But I know I'm on your mind
You been tryna talk to me all the fucking time
Can we have some closure
Can you find that piece of mind
Peace of mind
Bitches on my waistline
I ain't tryna waste time
So I step back if they ain't above my baseline
Shawty wanna FaceTime
But I can't even face mine
So impulsive
I can't even settle for a goldmine
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Writer(s): Matthew Borne
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