She Thought ft. Kr3wcial Lyrics

She thought that I was feeling but I can't be feeling nothing

'Cause I'm numbing out my mind by indulging in these substances

We could fuck a bit

I'll prolly fall in love though

My heart been open for so long that it won't close

And I don't know

What the fuck I'm doing

Misplaced my car last night bitch, I been really going through it

I been having all these questions

But ain't got a single answer

Now I'm walking through the city

Tryina see what I remember

But it's blanks that I'm drawing

If it rains then it's pouring

And we living in a swamp so it drains really slowly

Ain't that about a bitch

I pray that you could swim

'Cause my mind been getting flooded like this city that we in

So I'm lost on these streets

And I'm lost in my head

And the cost racking up

And I'm falling into debt

And I'm calling out for help

I don't think that you could hear me though

If ignorance is bliss then you probably feel incredible

She thought (uh)

She thought (uh)

She thought (yeah)

She thought (yeah)

She thought (yeah)

She thought (yeah)

'Cause she thought (yeah)

She thought (uh)

She thought

She thought

'Cause She thought

Okay she text me out of nowhere

Like how you been and what's the latest

Let's not go there

The fuck do you want

Told me I'm tripping, but I know the shit you on from the jump

So save the gas for the pumps

And leave the simpin' to chumps

Speaking of

She told me that she's now engaged

Asked how I feel about it

I guess she thought I'd be enraged, but let's be real about it

See you and I know I'm the fire to your flame

And you might ficker with that person but them embers ain't the same

You'll need a time shifting wizard to not remember my name

Like Doctor Strange

Message read like rover sent over

I got the range box

Moving like UPS

Shipping shit when I'm missing it

Said I'm sickening

Ugh

But it's dynamite that I'm fishing with

Upcycling bitches

Spent enough time to learn it's never worth the predicament

To think with my dick again

Compromising my position

Our demise was cataclysmic, foolish

And you really bought into it

Ruthless

Out ya top, the ringer we been through it

Well maybe baby it's bout time we put an end to it

Spoon-feeding food for thought, what's more intimate

I'm learning that observing can be better for your mental

Split the trauma down the middle

Spinnin trauma into riddles

Yeah

The the furthest thing from artificial

Sipping a cup of for real

Shorty, you know the deal

What you thought?