Pieces ft. QU4D

Ya left my heart in pieces n every piece gon' love a different miss now

Had to make sure it's still beating techno'd out my wrist now

Barely send a message and I never get a phone call

Never mind, lined up for the soulless roll call

With or without ya I'm still gon' be my own boss

I make the money ballet but we coulda made it slow waltz

And now I keep my heart locked in the vault and that is yo fault

Shit don't even matter no more I know ya don't give it no thought

You more than throwaway but tell me what ya on today

Let me see you one more time to scratch that serial off okay

Then it's back to the business because how else do a boss get paid

I jus had to buss a quicky too boost me while I contemplate