torn.wav | 06.15.2021 Lyrics

1-2 how many of you is counting on me?

Let's get to kicking it call me Bruce Lee

Pouring up Cardi into the Hi-C

Wait, slow down…

How the fuck did I get here?

Blurred vision nothing is clear

Insecurities and my fears

He think that he harder than me that he smarter than me

His bitch scratch my back that's the mark of the beast

She feel the spark so she dark in the sheets

Pull up in the Benz I'm swerving it's a G

G-Wagon

40 on me I'm packin'

Don't pull up on me no lackin'

Got that heat on me like a dragon

Heat like a dragon a draco

Pourin' up in the blue Faygo

She don't know the heartbreak though

She got fangs she a snake hoe

How many shots can I take though

To put me under this fake glow

Great Depression I'm great low

Don't shoot your shot you're too late hoe

Wait hold up give me a minute to get with the rhythm

Give me a minute to get with the rhythm

Pour me a cup yeah I'm steady sippin'

You wish you were me cause the life I've been living

Got to the paper and started to flip it

She look at my bulge but I'm strapped with a Smith &-...

1-2 how many of you is counting on me?

Let's get to kicking it call me Bruce Lee

Pouring up Cardi into the Hi-C

Wait, slow down…

How the fuck did I get here?

Blurred vision nothing is clear

Insecurities and my fears

He think that he harder than me that he smarter than me

His bitch scratch my back that's the mark of the beast

She feel the spark so she dark in the sheets

Pull up in the Benz I'm swerving it's a G

I've said it before and I'll say it again

I drank too much of this damn medicine

Look at the world and it's starting to spin

Look at the mirror see the skin that I'm in

Turn to the sky please forgive all my sins

Hiding my frown beneath all the grins

Step in the Doc's I ain't fuck with the Timbs

Swerve in the coupe like I said it's a Benz

Look out the window can't see through the tints

Lost in my mind but I can't feel my limbs

Lost in my mind and I can't comprehend

1-2 how many of you is counting on me?

Let's get to kicking it call me Bruce Lee

Pouring up Cardi into the Hi-C

Wait, slow down…

How the fuck did I get here?

Blurred vision nothing is clear

Insecurities and my fears

He think that he harder than me that he smarter than me

His bitch scratch my back that's the mark of the beast

She feel the spark so she dark in the sheets

Pull up in the Benz I'm swerving it's a G