[Verse 1: Cleo's Trademark]

She wanted a Mercedes so I got her two

She wants an engagement ring so I got her five

I'm hopin' we can make so it's me and you

'Cause lately our relationship it seems there's nothing right

And I saw that you tried to hit my line a few times, I must've missed you

Lately, I've been so socially distant

Been recollecting all my thoughts of all the damage we caused

Between the fight of Mister and the misses

The other night I flew to Charlеston, life has been so exhausting

I've needеd an escape for awhile

Finally saved up the money, then said goodnight to my honey

Hopped in the whip to the airport ten miles away

I get my bags checked then hop on a private jet that was sent over to me

Oh lookie see

The pilot is the father of my current bitch, it's no wonder she's hella rich

By that time I say "Fuck it," shrug my anger off and board

Looking as sharp as a sword, I pop a squat

Debating to roll some pot so I can pass out or not (Damn)

The flight attendant walks up to me with the meanest look of anger I've ever seen

She's trying not to scream

"Ma'am do we have some sort of issue I'm unaware of?"

"Do you have any Idea who I even am?"

And after studying her face I finally say "oh wait you're An- mom"

She shook my hand in frustration and walked away

I find it odd the plane is overrun by my bitches whole family

Shrug it off then I roll up some of that good-good cannibi-bi (pause)

Lookin' to my right I see her brother staring at me out the window on some horror movie shit

"What kind of shit is this?"

All- All- All of a sudden her sister's sitting next to me with the same grin on her brother's face

Now my heart's beating out of place

Anxiety on the rise, my safety's a necessity

She goes to grab knife, then I wake up to find it's just a dream

[Verse 2: PSEUDODEMONIO]

Another hour spent inside the office of my brand new therapist

Fighting for feelings that don't exist

I'm wondering if all the suffering is a necessity

In this life made just for testing me, out of options, you wait and see

Grab for the bottles, it's neck and contents contort

Some pills or a few drops short

A frugal and fragile sport (aye)

I got problems but, don't we all?

It's amazing, I'm standing tall through all the pain that you caused

I'm alive and you're so appalled

It's so-called "the angel wing ridden love" from somewhere so high above

Somehow I can't get enough

All of my progress been undone, now I'm lookin' back at square one

I'm seeing what I've become in it's essence

Mr. B says "you're back already? I thought we were going steady"

I tell him "doc, no more pills, I'm hatin' the way I feel"

He's says "yeah you know the drill."

I tell the doctor "you see I'm done."

Somehow now I got a gun

I'm feelin' alive, the best in a lot of time

I let out a sigh- rejoice, you left me no other choice

My finger cold on the trigger, lookin' for a pressing figure

I see no one, I'm inching up the gun to my brain

See Mr. B, he gives one last look at me

I'm closing my eyes, squeeze

He says "wait PSEudo there is one more"

I open one, I take a shot of some rum

I open fire point blank and now I'm looking the floor boards

Now as a corpse, I'm sitting there no remorse

In the room of once known therapist

(Yeah I'm hella pissed, yeah I can't commit)

I take me another swig, my body it feels the boom, the heat changing the room

Hate on a verge it consumes, peace has befell the womb

I'm seeing yellow then blue, then blacker than the blackest ink

The chambers empty wait think

The shells hit the floor, a clink

I'm walking inside of his room, it's barely the afternoon