Siah Interlude

And any nigga that you fuck with, I see some nigga
I'm gonna fuck him up, watch
Put this shit in your interlude, too, I don't give a fuck about that shit
You think you sauced up, watch
Just fucking watch, nigga

See it hurt when you had hurt me, though
I'd rather lock my feelings in this verse than let you see me low
I'd rather throw this letter in a bottle, let these stresses go
I'd rather smoke a blunt and push it back, won't let these feelings show
Don't know why I'd rather be with you
See demons in each other and toxic ways could be lethal too
My mental fuckin' up and I find it hard just to eat some food
My stomach fuckin' up, hear your voice, just the thought of you
That's why I'm writing this interlude
Funny how your favorite color blue how you left my heart freezing
You felt a fire and you just threw it fuel
Said you'd probably self destruct if you ever lose, yet you always do

And that's why I don't believe shit the fuck that you say,
Because in real life, you really are a bitch
And you really are a fucking hoe
You are, you fucking hear me
You really are

It's crazy cause you sent this to me on Christmas
While I was with my granny and my family trying to leave them out our business
Got me thinking, could my other half really be this twisted?
Only time you'd hit my line is to start a fight, couldn't resist it
Mistaken overstepping in boundaries for love, couldn't admit it
Didn't wanna be alone, guess I really didn't get it
Hate missing the point cause time is money, couldn't commit
Took two years of my life, can't believe that I was gaslit

But really then again I didn't waste shit,
Got angels on my side and my God is so damn gracious
Anytime I leave you alone is when the blessings really roll in
Pass a pretty bitch a blunt, I know Ameilia never folding
Before the world see me down, I heal myself and then I go again
I ain't never complaining with these blessings in this life of sin
I'm one of God's favorites, got good karma, third time living here
Battles feel familiar, wise soul, no it ain't shit I fear

It's your fault I'm fucking explosive, I don't give a fuck if I'm blaming it on you
Anybody I've ever talked to, I didn't talk to them like this
It's your fucking fault
Like you don't know when to shut the fuck up, literally, at all
You don't know when to shut the fuck up

Now you're being difficult, like
Nigga can you just answer the damn phone
Is that hard, to answer the phone?

You better call the fucking police, because this is the last message I'm fucking sending to you, nigga
You're fucked up, you know that? You're fucked up
You're a fucked up individual