Abandoned
Abandoned, you left me
Abandoned, after one misunderstanding
Abandoned, you left me
Abandoned
I been reading the horoscopes to your birth sign
On the door to my heart, there's a do not disturb sign
I'm off the market, cause I can't be bought
Like a birkin by the average person, there's a waitlist
You can learn how to love, but it can't be taught &
Like a blunt I had to face it
I was asking you for something that you couldn't give
My lifestyle was just something that you couldn't live
So me continuing to claim you would be frivolous
Of pain and trauma you're derivatived
Don't take a lot, I tend to give and never mention it
I'm a true student of the game, y'all be interns for the internet
My household was single mothered
I rarely saw two people being intimate
My loneliness was infinite
My story is gory but the plot is intricate
My name be in they mouth more than they dentist is
& that's the problem with today's world
In this age and day, you get snaked for being thoroughbred
Fuck the block, niggas is getting boroughs bled
Having street cred means having street debt
Yellow eyes, weed breath, and frequent death
So how could you leave me?
Not knowing if and when we would meet again
Knee to chin, over backwards what I bent
Down for you is what I've been, but then again
You got me fucked up
Nigga said himself the other day, "I won't play on your top"
Yeah nigga, you won't play on my top
It's not giving that!
It's not giving play on my top &
If you decide to, then you should've just stayed where you was at
Abandoned, after one misunderstanding
Abandoned, you left me
Abandoned
I been reading the horoscopes to your birth sign
On the door to my heart, there's a do not disturb sign
I'm off the market, cause I can't be bought
Like a birkin by the average person, there's a waitlist
You can learn how to love, but it can't be taught &
Like a blunt I had to face it
I was asking you for something that you couldn't give
My lifestyle was just something that you couldn't live
So me continuing to claim you would be frivolous
Of pain and trauma you're derivatived
Don't take a lot, I tend to give and never mention it
I'm a true student of the game, y'all be interns for the internet
My household was single mothered
I rarely saw two people being intimate
My loneliness was infinite
My story is gory but the plot is intricate
My name be in they mouth more than they dentist is
& that's the problem with today's world
In this age and day, you get snaked for being thoroughbred
Fuck the block, niggas is getting boroughs bled
Having street cred means having street debt
Yellow eyes, weed breath, and frequent death
So how could you leave me?
Not knowing if and when we would meet again
Knee to chin, over backwards what I bent
Down for you is what I've been, but then again
You got me fucked up
Nigga said himself the other day, "I won't play on your top"
Yeah nigga, you won't play on my top
It's not giving that!
It's not giving play on my top &
If you decide to, then you should've just stayed where you was at
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