What's so important
that you couldn't admit that you missed it?
Every weekend, we get fucked up
and start yellin' like it's tradition
Got me feelin' like I'm shootin' blanks out
the AK with no ammunition
Got me feelin' like I drove a fast car
with no engine nor transmission
No brakes when I hit the pedal
it was all gas, head-on collision
Turn your back on me for the last time
was that really your intuition?
If you say that wasn't how it was for you
can you give me your definition?
'Cause it feel like we was on two teams
treatin' me like I was opposition

In a slow car, tryna drive to you
thirty minutes feelin' like a mission
Left the car runnin' outside for you
with the key still in the ignition
Throwin' rocks at your window
tryna break somethin', never mind, forget it
Wrote a note like it's suicide for you
is this really worth not livin'?
I hope my trust still in revision
My mind not free 'cause it's too expensive
Make sure, you stop being so nice
is when they start actin' different
That's why I watch my steps 'cause I'm so superstitious
I trust my hope, my intuition
In my heart, there's no hate for you or competition
But I said I'ma do whatever I want
without your damn permission
Good luck, I hope you end up in the worst position
And I keep scrollin' through photos
(Scroll, scroll, I just keep on scrollin')
And wake up with a new mind, like, fuck it, I'ma be solo
Fuck it, I'ma be solo
Walkin' 'round lookin' paranoid
'cause I been movin' around dolo
And all she needed was a paragraph
remindin' her about the old hoes
Ain't no point in reminiscin'
'bout the other half, we should've kept it on the low, low
That's why when I'm wakin' up, I'm on go-mode
Like, fuck it, I'ma be solo
So low that I ain't even got me no connections
I been dodgin' old hoes
Solo, solo
Solo, solo
Doin' everythin' for me to notice
Tryna treat the kid like it's all love, I ain't goin'
Bitch, if I said it, I mean it, I hop in the car
on the one way I'm speedin'
Asking God, "If you hear me
I'm not tryna end up in hell just in love with a demon"
I been so fast, I'm tryna repent
Every time she call back I'm on the deep end

What's so important that you
couldn't admit that you missed it?
Every weekend, we get fucked up
and start yellin' like it's tradition
Got me feelin' like I'm shootin' blanks out
the AK with no ammunition
Got me feelin' like I drove a fast car
with no engine nor transmission
No brakes when I hit the pedal
it was all gas, head-on collision
Turn your back on me for the last time
was that really your intuition?
If you say that wasn't how it was for you
can you give me your definition?
'Cause it feel like we was on two teams
treatin' me like I was opposition