Figure

By Wavehi

On Scythe

Released on April 20, 2023

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And if I have money then I'll pick you first cause I think you worth

Diamonds and pearls but I ain't wanna splurge

But I don't throw the grub cause the fake ones a merch

I don't make a money from words, it's a blessing, a curse

That's me from my purse, but she want a portion

Character, fame, and a girl's been divorced

I think that I'm over the shit that they talking about

Over the shit that they blogging about

Broke on a youngster, they airing us out

I see her heart and I'm tearing it out

She built me up just to tear me down

She said she don't wanna jog, do the run around

Pull up with a 40 clip, then she shoot a 40 round

Heart broke, froze, but the boy still bleedin out

Damn, damn, damn, damn

Heartbreak hurt and the world so lonely

I just wanna back so the world can't own me

Can't speak right, I don't feel like they know me at all

Yeah, she told me to hold me

But do not pick up the phone when I'm gonna hit the call

Screamin about shit I ain't never seen before

Liquor bottles drownin pools to the floor

Private jets and private bitches are more

Her love is multiplyin thoughts like a sport

I can feel the friction in this velour

I ain't got oxygen left in the room when I'm speakin to you

You said that we do, so we throw it when you coming back, boomerang

She hit my phone and she said, what you do today?

Damn, damn, damn

You really think you can get me like that?

You a dumb ass trick, baby, I pack

And you couldn't see shit on a IMAX

It's no first down, can't run back

Tossed by the error, you think that you high fax

Bitch in my G that you just cannot get past

Spent on the block, how the fuck you gonna get back?

Put it on the beat, I don't leave this shit intact

Meteor hit, leave damage on impact

Say the wrong words, you ain't never read shit past

Bitch that rap words on laps like gym class

Walkin up slim like Jim Zack

Try to get neck broke, back broke

I leave your mental on death row S. O. S. for the ex

Don't love being trapped, man

Neck of the chokehold

Fuck a motherfucker

But don't let my Vocals

Put my head up on a hip step in a photo

I can tell this other grader is my callin

Do you want me or the bills in my wallet?

It's up to me, rather dance than do talkin Her eyes like a portal

The stars, they some rockets

My head has been spinnin I'm feelin so nauseous

Dirted ass back in I. G., it's obnoxious

Damn, damn, damn

I think this is the time where we part ways

I can say I wouldn't fall in love, but it's part faith

Don't gotta heart or my body for heartbreak

Matter of fact, don't think what I said is true

When I think about her, it's not you

But she don't exist in a world that I knew

For now, I'm alone and I'm singin haikus Damn