Said she hot as arizona
Met her in California
Smoke with blunts with pneumonia
And now she sweet, said she sweet
Sweet as a begonia
Next second you don't know her
And she's colder than Minnesota
Aye, a few Coronas are my soda
And that bitch she gone flip it like a phone, Motorola
We both grown and I know that you coming over
The cup it runneth over
Always off of something, I don't like to be sober
And she always staying mad at me
Her double-d's, yeah they energize me just like a battery
Its satisfactory
Until I'm all alone the inner thoughts attacking me
Slacking on the beat it's like my conscience started stabbing me
Like actually, I'm sick of all the pain and f*cking agony
I feel like I'm the only one that's really mad at me
On ice, I turn life to catastrophe
Got through all the bullshit and I made a f*cking masterpiece
When time comes, your better off offin' me
I hate you, don't talk to me
She on the gram, on the gram like stalking me
But the bitch speak to me so awfully like (Ayee)
Can't wait, you be telling me some nonsense
Stuck in place, yes I guess I'm out of options
Can see your face turning to stone to the bone when I lock in
She on the phone, all alone on patron starting gossip
In my mind all the time is like a mosh pit
And I cannot control that shit, I don't know how to stop it
Tryna turn my problems to a prophet