HOMICID3

(album: My Own Worst Enemy - 2022)

Ray, where the fuck are you?
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Oh yes, I'm feeling this one
(Woah, woah)
A-A-Astro got it running

Like, I couldn't wait 'til I got me a car
I'ma thrash in that bitch, I'ma crash 'til burn out
She live in a young nigga world
She my number one fan, she gon' go put the word out
We sending out an Amber Alert, it's a homicide every time we get the word out
She calling me mad as a bitch, it's a homicide every time she get the word out (Yeah, yeah, go)

It don't make sense to me this time
How many mistakes, the text messages you sent, you could have saved to my heart
Baby, I don't understand, you're heartbroken, that's something I can't buy
Baby, hearts don't break the same when it's fried
I still walked out with a bigger side, yeah

Getting so turnt', I don't even know why
Truly, I'm stacking it up and I don't even try, it must pay to be this fly
And my haters, they look at me, they like, "Why?"
Like "What does he have that I don't? I'm tight"
It's just how I feel about it baby, nothing, not at all
Fuck it, maybe they right

Is that all you knew?
She get mad when I reply without no heart emotes
But now I gotta live with more sense when it come to my past and girl, Jeff Hardy flow
I can't be just be jumping into every situation
No, I'm not moving but I'm addicted to you, while I'm patient
Moving in silence 'bout it baby, said your love is like the Mason
Using my phone for ages, she call me for congratulations
You used to call me devastated, talking 'bout you want relations
Fuck it, I'm killing the vibe, hitting your iPhone with confirmations
Fuck it, I'm getting some ice, they can't ignore Daij no more, he blazing
I'm falling so deep in love, like, every time
At this point it really don't even make sense
I'm like, I don't know
How do I keep running through this shit without no cardio?
And she said, "Don, I've been wondering the same shit"

Like, I couldn't wait 'til I got me a car
I'ma thrash in that bitch, I'ma crash 'til burn out
She live in a young nigga world
She my number one fan, she gon' go put the word out
We sending out an Amber Alert, it's a homicide every time we get the word out
She calling me mad as a bitch, it's a homicide every time she get the word out (Yeah, yeah, go)

It don't make sense to me this time
How many mistakes, the text messages you sent, you could have saved to my heart
Baby, I don't understand, you're heartbroken, that's something I can't buy
Baby, hearts don't break the same when it's fried
I still walked out with a bigger side, yeah

I know you tryna call my bluff, fucking with my ego
Always got a friend right by my side, girl, I'm with my ego, yeah
Came out the dirt, straight from the midwest, now they feeling like he cold, yeah
So don't ask me why my heads up in the clouds, I'm just looking at trees bro, yeah
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it some more
With a vampire bitch, she gon' pour up some more
I just blew up a girl, I'ma blow up some more
I be going and going and doing the most
Like, I don't know, can this shit get any better?
My shoes be designer, my bitch Cinderella
Like, Hannah Montana, my bitch looking double
I got me a Drac' and it do all the chattering
Dracos on Dracos, I'm killing the chat
With an innocent girl, she in love with [?]
Straight to the script, then I'm switching the act
I got hate in my heart and codeine in my body
That's not the same, she gon' stop on the daggering
I look back at that shit and it fill me with laughter
Because I got my leather jeans on, I'm McJagger
Tryna cope with that shit, but it's making me sadder
Tryna use me to get to the top, but girl, I'm not a ladder
And I know my car kinda fast, but I need my shit a lil' faster
It was slow coming up, but I'm off of my ass
Girl, I'm tryna cop a Casper
Between me and you, I've been hoping I crash

Like, I couldn't wait 'til I got me a car
I'ma thrash in that bitch, I'ma crash 'til burn out
She live in a young nigga world
She my number one fan, she gon' go put the word out
We sending out an Amber Alert, it's a homicide every time we get the word out
She calling me mad as a bitch, it's a homicide every time she get the word out (Yeah, yeah, go)

It don't make sense to me this time
How many mistakes, the text messages you sent, you could have saved to my heart
Baby, I don't understand, you're heartbroken, that's something I can't buy
Baby, hearts don't break the same when it's fried (Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I still walked out with a bigger side, yeah