HOOK

She had me in the first but the second half she lost me

Oblivious to what she cost me

Softly, is how I let her down but she was salty

I had to let her go cuz she was faulty

She had me in the first but the second half she lost me

No fuckin’ clue of what she cost me

At least I got a couple lessons out of it that taught me...

Don’t date a crazy little thotty

Lemme take ya back to ‘17 the greatest Super Bowl

Cuz that’s exactly how the fuck this rollercoaster ride would go

One year goes by, a homie dies, I find an angel who I’d like to be my bride

I didn’t know the battle going on inside - she had the eyes

She had the vibes, I couldn’t wait to get inside —

Her heart... y’all perverted

But back to her and how she hurt me, cuz the first half was so perfect

Never skipped a beat, like we were 28 and y’all were 3

I couldn’t think of someone perfecter for me

See? She got me sayin’ words that shouldn’t be

I just wish she went about it properly

Opened up, no gates, went from happy to disgraced

Ever since that day I haven’t recognized her face

How can anybody go and take my heart like it’s a robbery then break it into pieces right in front of me

Months prior man... I really thought I hit the lottery

And that’s the part that really fuckin’ bothers me

Anatomically, a body straight from hell, ain’t nothin’ commonly - seen, between those lips is where I’d turn to a machine

I hope she plays this while she’s flickin’ on her bean

I can’t believe that after all that, I’m still batting for her team

Queen - is how the girl was treated every second of the week...

I really thought I’d hit my peak

Weak - a couple months later when we’d speak

I just knew it wasn’t ever meant to be

So, I left

It wasn’t worth the stress

She sucked me dry and drained the energy I gave when I was tryna do my best

When you’re mine, don’t think you’re getting any less

I love my women like gold, so you’re an asset, I’ll invest

Get sad, I’ll make your happiness a quest

She had me in the first, but the second half she lost me...

If I’m still writin’ about the bitch, then maybe I’m the one who’s salty...

Nahhh, haha