archangel

This hoe throwin' pussy my way, she think I'm gon' catch it

Shoulda took it but knew, she would try to get romantic Now I got her mom in my DMs and it's tragic

Tryna find out the best way to tell her shit happens We wasn't made for each other, shit wasn't magic

You probably pictured a happy fam, now you're saddened But you couldn't plan for love, now who would imagine

You'd leave me voicemails that I should use for these classics A massive advantage, that'd be foul though

And to be honest, I ain't tryna give you that clout, yo Too impatient, hang up moment, you hear the dial tone

And you play on my worse, fears steady, hopin', I'll drown slow I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful

But since the age of seven, I become hateful And I can't help but feel most times that I'm wasteful

My friends told me otherwise, they think I'm mentally stable That shit ain't tasteful, and I know it

You're a distraction, I need focus My soul ain't fractured, that shit's broken