knockout

Been eight weeks since you left and broke my heart
Said that I should talk about it, well, where do I start?
Lemme light the spliff, I've been floating in the dark
Some would call me insecure & some would call it art
I'm a fucking mess, a pessimistic little cunt
You're a hypocrite if you don't think that I'ma stunt
Never wanna talk so I'll just roll another blunt
Feeling like the prophecy when I'm up in the cut
And I guess I'll be okay if I just try a little harder
You're the wind beneath my sails & the crack inside my armor
I'm awake cause I fake sleep, head against the mortar
I'ma bake like a cake when I smoke another quarter
Fuck love I'ma soil it
Probably boil it
Picking at it while I'm sitting on the toilet
Like acid tablets I'ma foil it
Can't talk too much don't wanna spoil it
Time's up guess ya clocked out
Girl you really hit me with a knock out
I rather lock lips with my bike mount
Kiss up on a blunt
I'm a kite now
Sky high never climb down
I'ma stay for it like I'm grime now
Something isn't right I'ma find out
I'm only gonna change if I sign out