Tusks Lyrics

I call her excavator, she dig my heart

She call me elephant with a very large trunk

I'm left on read, guess I'm back to the start

Too many ships I've sailed, too many boats I've sunk

Huh, yeah

I got tired of talking about nothing

I'm trying to be in the discussion

I'm trying to blow up like combustion

She told me my furniture's rustic

I told her to get out the apartment

We ain't eating out, what, you think I'm rich?

Dark, twisted mind, I think I'm sick

I don't wanna hoe that broke me

I don't wanna hope

I don't wanna hope

I don't wanna hope on this baloney

Why would I rock with you shawty you phony

Why would I rock with you shawty you owe me

I still got your homegirl begging to blow me

She don't even know me

Using a photoshop, fixing her pictures

She call me the goat like I'm Kobe

No bitch, this Adobe

No bitch sit below me

No bitch claim to know me

She said you need some loose jeans

I said you need a tank top

Same birthday as La Flame

Go ahead, call me Travis Scott cause I'm making shit hot

Paparazzi taking pictures of me, well, I tell 'em stop

They telling me I gotta get my get back

I told them that they gotta let that shit go

I cannot care for a girl that be wasting her time

She just be playing with Cole

And all this playing gets old, that comes from the soul

I understand it now

What do you know?

If I can pick one, then I'll choose them both

Can't handle my pride, I crash out on an oath

Can't handle my drive, you fell off the boat

She look at me now"if you know, if you know"

NY to LA, I'm watching your shows

I wanna be the one taking your post

I wanna be there watch you on the coast

And then I go home, get to bragging and boasting

You go online, going slutting and hoeing

I go online, going money and motion

Money get thrown body bags into oceans

Atlantic, Pacific I'm looking for anybody, everybody not no one specific

Go ahead, tell them stories, they all just fictitious

Post it online and nobody gon' listen

On my timeline and I'm clicking uninterested

I'm not trying to see nobody act feminine

I'm crushing on captains, Captains Crunch you can call me cinnamon

They say all the white boy raps illegitimate

My boys eat a pouch in a day need a Zyn-a-men

I don't watch sports in the field, in the field David Beckham

So much shit talk nowadays they give out peppermint

Like"we don't wanna talk to her, we hate her, she's a pessimist"

Hating on everybody, every object, even if it's inanimate

When I was little I wanted to be in an anime

Now I'm grown I'm okay with just being the cameraman

One exchange everything can change just take a chance

She want chicka chicka pow wow when I do my dance

One foot in the air while I raise my hand

Other hand in my pocket and it's throwing out bands

She hate when I drop cause she gotta be a fan

You a soul sucker on my heart like damn

I don't know how the healing hurts but it built me

Do it while it matters, it ain't matter when you six feet

She gon' make me flattered, it ain't that hard when I'm tipsy

Left me broken shatter once I pick it up you