[Chorus]

This ain’t your everyday love

Gave it to the wind, in hopes of tryna catch up

I’m still on a paystub

How long before the crying start to rip the paper

[Verse 1]

Tryn tell me take shrubs

Niggas croakin through the dyin, niggas livin anxious

Niggas copin with some lies, shit, spoken to the side

I been hoping with some gods

Seein broken angles

Is you broken?

Them tokens dangerous

I’m smokin through some rage, lead to pullin anchors

[Chorus]

This ain’t your everyday love

Gave it to the wind, in hopes of tryna catch up

I’m still on a paystub

How long before the crying start to rip the paper

[Verse 2]

I seen

Broken anklеs turn to broken spliffs

Rollin fingers through a broken hip

Brokеn hearts and some swollen mits

Slow to start since we closed the fist

In your haze hope you still in mine

In your rage you see dollar signs

[Chorus]

This ain’t your everyday love

Gave it to the wind, in hopes of tryna catch up

I’m still on a paystub

How long before the crying start to rip the paper

(How long before the crying start to rip the paper?)