Delicate
Need a cigarette
To light up all my emptiness
You act friendly
But its danger that you're triggering
My stitches they don't say shit
The trauma that I'm taming
The Rick I really came in
And you know he's lame bitch
I don't need a main bitch
Remember who you came with
I took you to those places
I saw all your faces
See through all the fake shit
Raise my expectations
Switch fits like I'm famous
What he do don't phase us
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Sip some coffee manifest
And I count my bag
This that vintage twill
Cost a lot of cash
And this special k got me feeling lax
Hold it till the knife hits
Like many men
They wanna see me dying
I don't pretend
They like to think I'm trying
I like your friends
But do they see you crying
Dress up for the girls
With boys I keep it private
Too much bread
But brain dead when he's styling
I don't pretend
I like to play it silent
I'll hold your hand
But don't get too exited
Exited
Need a cigarette
To light up all my emptiness
You act friendly
But its danger that you're triggering
My stitches they don't say shit
The trauma that I'm taming
The Rick I really came in
And you know he lame bitch
To light up all my emptiness
You act friendly
But its danger that you're triggering
My stitches they don't say shit
The trauma that I'm taming
The Rick I really came in
And you know he's lame bitch
I don't need a main bitch
Remember who you came with
I took you to those places
I saw all your faces
See through all the fake shit
Raise my expectations
Switch fits like I'm famous
What he do don't phase us
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Sip some coffee manifest
And I count my bag
This that vintage twill
Cost a lot of cash
And this special k got me feeling lax
Hold it till the knife hits
Like many men
They wanna see me dying
I don't pretend
They like to think I'm trying
I like your friends
But do they see you crying
Dress up for the girls
With boys I keep it private
Too much bread
But brain dead when he's styling
I don't pretend
I like to play it silent
I'll hold your hand
But don't get too exited
Exited
Need a cigarette
To light up all my emptiness
You act friendly
But its danger that you're triggering
My stitches they don't say shit
The trauma that I'm taming
The Rick I really came in
And you know he lame bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Henry Fabian
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