love//your apology Lyrics

Victims of long-term narcissistic abuse will develop a trauma bond or Stockholm Syndrome

To their abuser because of the cycles of abuse that they're being subjected to

Inherit it in this day and age that societies everywhere become educated about narcissistic abuse

The type of tongue you got is split in two

I try to talk about my problems then it's all bout you

I have to try to pick apart the lies that's in the truth

And when we on the phone, I hear your voice it leaves me confused

Should I even give a damn or should I give this time?

I don't really understand if I should make this mine

Because you're really fucking selfish when I want to get my way

Cause I let you do your thing, but for me it's not the same

I put myself behind it

Feel me losing my identity, I want to find it

I want to kill myself, but kill my enemies with kindness

It's deep depriving

it's deep, rewind it

I was your welcome mat before, it's something that I'm fine with

Reality is fading from this thing we got

Working offa fantasy, now you got the audacity

To say that I'm the worst, I remind you of niggas that you were with

I just hope there'll be better ones that are after me

Our love is like two loaded pistols

The shots we got against each other causes major issues

We plagued the mental, and now I'm offa drank, I need a tissue

See the bullets graze and it's lookin' like my initials

I see that we hurt and we broke

Every text she fucking sent is like murder she wrote

Pain has worsened

I didn't know you won't understand me

We fuck hard to forgive each other

Like my mom and my daddy, yeah we alike

My lil' bro see it

Taking all your shit cause I don't know how to be treated

I be feeling like the worst, but I see you need a reason

To feel safe, yeah you're okay

Just take a break

Self-love can fucking wait

This ain't love, this is desperation, all fact

I ain't enough, I'm just someone you can contact

Yeah

The words you weave create a blanket of sorts

That keep me warm, but yet it suffocates me often of course

I don't deserve the hate

I deserve a woman that can carry half the weight

I just carry lots of shit that causes backs to break

I show me love, I see you turning back to fake

Lies, you feeding it

Throw me in the mix when I wasn't a damn ingredient

Took so many hits, I be hoping the scars were healing it's

So damn inconvenient, shit

Don't mistake my lack of words for a lack of these fucking feelings it's

Love

Don't mistake my lack of words for a lack of these fucking feelings it's love

Don't mistake my lack of words for a lack of these fucking feelings it's love

Don't mistake my lack of words for a lack of these fucking feelings it's-

Don't mistake my lack of words for a lack of these fucking feelings it's-

People are under this huge cloud of naivete and denial

That Stockholm Syndrome is a-

An isolated incident that happened to a few because of a bank robbery in Stockholm, Sweden

People are suffering from this and have no idea

Trust me, you see people suffering from a trauma bond and/or Stockholm Syndrome

Every single day whether they know it or not

Calling out the snakes in the grass

Think they got they foot on my throat

Not knowing what I said is all facts

Never said that I had a good soul

I'm a bad man, but I know this

Never need a notice

But I'm fucking focused on

Healing while I'm motherfuckin' broken

Living in the moment

End up in your head cause there be no rent

Fuck your apology

You can shove it up your ass

And maybe I would acknowledge it

I have the gift of fucking calling it

Like how I said that you would trip over nothing, but all this logic, it's

Shameful

Think it's a really funny, thought

You were right above me, but I guess I let that money talk

Thought you could talk dirty

Acting like a child, though you hittin' fucking thirty

Youse the bitches I be calling out

Always tripping like what the fuck you on about?

Why you on my nuts hoe?

Every line I got is sharp and it's known for being cut throat

Don't give a fuck though

You love to be a hater

Skin so thin it's practically my rolling paper

Alls I gotta do is light your ass up

All it took was one text and it got you gassed up

That's weak

What you trippin' for?

Roll a fuckin' blunt

Light it up

Let's get it litty, hoe

What you trippin' for?

Roll a fuckin' blunt

Light it up

Let's get it litty, though