[Intro:]

So write, so take notes!

[Verse 1:]

I tend to reminisce of distant bitter memories

Dismiss with taste, so sick, convince myself that it would never leave

I keep defensive when I think about your hating doubtful lyric that send creatures in a pit beyond if they can level

Y ain't a word, 'cause I'm a work in progress

I ain't deserted it, I knew you needed optics

I'm still a foreign object inside, in my mind

Live sour, vitriol, in histrionic, just leave the heart to diе

(ayo)

I ain't one to end up spiteful, or aggrеssive, kid cerebral, just regressed a bit to rest a pick

(yeah)

That ain't the best of it, the message is conflicted in the septic tank, infest the pig

(yeah, ayo)

[Verse 2:]

But then you go and stab my back and beg forgiveness

Homie I am not your witness, close the door to cleanse the sentence

Why you think that you can do this shit, you know what I have been through

I'm sitting on a pile of plates that you done dig through

You try to spite me, or indict me, or decry me

I know moving on is hard, but goddamn ain't it frightening

It fucking hurts me just to talk to you

I'm finna burn your sweater

Take a piss, a little leak, along the art you drew

But how the fuck you got me coming back

I fucking miss you

Voice, I miss the synonyms, for fucked up that you'd employed

That cloud or ball of strange exotics in a cockpit

I ain't really been controlling all the fucking joysticks, yeah

I ain't your fucking toy, bitch