Split Ends

Uh, butterflies flutter on the tip of my tongue
Nigga got twists, now he dreading the one
Now I gotta go and hit the 7-10
All 'cause the homies fell in love with the pins and funds
Spare me all the emotional junk
Garbage in the bowl, kinda gutted me up
Lane swerve, knock all the junk out the trunk
A bunch of the bunch turned to handfuls of the runts

Small fishes (swim, swim)
If you can't float, it's fin
All of my dawgs get in
All of my rats pay rent
That's why all the cheese blue tint
That's stinky stank face
Only got one wish like Ray J
Herbs or whatever shorty put in my face
That's puffin on lavender
But these roots ain't having that

Dread head, splitting ends, couple said he done with them
Headscratcher, lost a pack of bands just tryna be in here
Five-star service, kinda nervous what you seen in them
Wig splitting, better living, baby what you should've been
Dread head, splitting ends, couple said he done with them
Headscratcher, lost a pack of bands just tryna be in here
Five-star service, kinda nervous what you seen in them
Wig splitting, better living, baby what you should've been

I pray and I pray for someone to be found, oh, woah, oh
And the ocean tells me that it's bad faith to fall to my knees for somebody like you, oh
Somebody like you, oh
And I find myself falling again
Find myself falling again

Imagine we ain't break it off
Imagine we ain't shake it up
Imagine that we take a sec to pray that our part even
Conditioned to leavin'
It's dry, prolly blame it on the season
I mean, word to my split ends
Word to my dreadlocks, waking up early
Some days I wish that my hair wasn't curly
Some days I wish that the follicles fall off spiralin', twirlin'
Ballet, tap dance, bonnets ain't girly

You ever seen a nigga in a scrunchie?
You ever seen a nigga start punchin'?
He outweighed, outclassed, bell rang
So now we getting rowdy at the function
Smell tree getting louder in the function
See she in the corner of the function
Said "Please can I get an introduction?"

I mean, I been using tea tree for the roots
'Member used to cut with double deuce
'Member when the hairline slanted, crooked
Lucky for me, no one wasn't looking
Mama started fading it
Man, thought I hated it
Then she started crying like–
(Sorry 'bout it, mama)
Now I'm independent, and I never cut it
'Cause I couldn't cut it
Now I'm feeling like I'm Sampson (like why, why don't you just cut it)

And now my locs, they blind me from the truth
They cover my eyes, they cover my eyes for you
And now it feels a cut is overdue
The longer it grows, the longer my love for you

I ain't the man that I fear no more
I don't let my past disappear no more
All I do is pass all my peers on the road and they know
They don't even cry tears no more
And you ain't even gotta lend your ear no more
'Cause no, I won't cut it, no you won't love it
Two strands from the same cloth
From the same home
Man this where my split ends

I love my split ends
I love my split ends, ends, ends