Feast

Shorty a thumper

I've been working on my jumper

I don't particularly need your number

I feel like a slumber

All up to the summer

And then come with 100

At least that's how it seem to me in terms of the substance

I be pulling my punches so much they forget I'm a puncher

She gave me her heart I left the shit ruptured

I ain't bragging I done got my comeuppance

And she told me she tired

I'm like yeah you ain't no liar