Star Shopping

Yeah she's pondering life circumstantial evidence

Got her on the fence, questioning everything in her plans

With her man, she think he out cheating on the weekend

Long trips making excuses with what he's doing

It don't add up, her feelings start to catch up

Her insecurities push her to the open bath tub

Suicidal thoughts and a razor blade in the trash

Blood dripping the stain and running down on her mat

When it's bad, it be bad

Nobody not even her could save her from her own wrath

So she's tripping, the rooms spinning

Until it's all black