i don't mind the result
Over and over again all the things that you did reiterate in my head
Baby was it a test
Is there something I missed
Can you paint me a picture
Don't ignore all my text what's the meaning of this, shit
Everything seems so calm from the outside, but i still stay involved
I've had dreams of a place where you die and leave me around to rot
Like it matters 'cause the damage is engraved in my skull
I write encrypted just forget i'm gon' cover the walls
It's all your fault, say it twice it's your fault
Your point i'm missing not my business i don't mind the result
Can't flip a coin i know that bitch gon' end up sideways
My brains a toy my thoughts go fast just like a highway
Wish i could turn this shit around and have it my way
'cause i been punching up myself like every other day
Yeah i haven't been to my hometown, in a long while
Hope my friends r okay
And the thought of u, makes that memory blue
And u won't tell the truth, u know i wasn't the fool
And i won't get my own way
Used to disappointment
What a fucking cliche
Stringent in my old ways
How i miss those days
Get too wrapped in my head
To mind the fucking result
Baby was it a test
Is there something I missed
Can you paint me a picture
Don't ignore all my text what's the meaning of this, shit
Everything seems so calm from the outside, but i still stay involved
I've had dreams of a place where you die and leave me around to rot
Like it matters 'cause the damage is engraved in my skull
I write encrypted just forget i'm gon' cover the walls
It's all your fault, say it twice it's your fault
Your point i'm missing not my business i don't mind the result
Can't flip a coin i know that bitch gon' end up sideways
My brains a toy my thoughts go fast just like a highway
Wish i could turn this shit around and have it my way
'cause i been punching up myself like every other day
Yeah i haven't been to my hometown, in a long while
Hope my friends r okay
And the thought of u, makes that memory blue
And u won't tell the truth, u know i wasn't the fool
And i won't get my own way
Used to disappointment
What a fucking cliche
Stringent in my old ways
How i miss those days
Get too wrapped in my head
To mind the fucking result
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Writer(s): Diacetyl, Mark Mcdonald, Marku
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