Wifisfuneral - WYA, pt. 2 Lyrics

Gone already you won't notice me
Singin' my pain just like Jodeci
Gone already you won't notice me
Singin' my pain just like Jodeci
Gone already you won't notice me
Singin' my pain just like Jodeci
Hol' up, like

I just popped a Xan, can't think about you (ooh)
Cuttin' on my wrist in the booth (ooh)
Yeah, I'm in my feelings, that's true (yeah)
Rather be dead or with you
Popped two, three Percs, now I'm floating on the moon
F*ckin' on a thot ain't new (okay)
Count a hunnid bands in the room (okay)
Thumbin' through the stacks in my True's, like
I just popped a Xan, can't think about you (I can't think)
Cuttin' on my wrist in the booth
Yeah, I'm in my feelings, that's true
Rather be dead or with you
Popped two, three Percs, now I'm floating on the moon
F*ckin' on a thot ain't new
Count a hunnid bands in the room
Thumbin' through the stacks in my True's, like

Ooh, ooh, ay, ay
Yeah yuh, yeah yuh
Yeah yuh, yeah yuh (hol' up, like)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

Took a while for you to notice me (facts)
Singin' my pain just like Jodeci (ooh)
I've been thumbin' through bands so ferociously (ooh)
And I keep them bags just like some groceries (ooh)
And I'm poppin' on pills, got me jaded (facts)
Poppin' on Xans and I'm all in the matrix (facts)
No, your new nigga can't beat me, he fakin'
No, you won't f*ck with me, baby, stop playing, saying
Now I'm back in my bubble, no muffle, that's depression (yuh)
Thumbin' through the guap, about you I'm not stressin' (yuh)
Kick your shit, check your shit, walkin' in Giuseppe's
Kick your shit, check your shit, walkin' in Giuseppe's
But I'm thinkin' 'bout you on the low-low
Got me all hard copying all these photos
Heard your new nigga, yeah, he so-so (facts)
He can't f*ck you like I do, yeah you know so (ay)
Real shit, that's a fact, yeah my heart not intact (uh)
Thinkin' 'bout the days I used to f*ck it from the back (uh)
Got me callin' on your phone, yeah, I'm askin' "where you at?" (uh)
Callin' on your phone, yeah, I'm askin' "where you at?"
When you know you need daddy, you can sit upon his lap (uh)
Bang up on my line, I'ma answer, that's facts (yeah, okay)
Got me clutchin' on my fire, I'ma up on this gat
Got me clutchin' on my fire, I'ma up on this gat

Like, I just popped a Xan, can't think about you (ooh)
Cuttin' on my wrist in the booth (ooh)
Yeah, I'm in my feelings, that's true (yeah)
Rather be dead or with you
Popped two, three Percs, now I'm floating on the moon
F*ckin' on a thot ain't new (okay)
Count a hunnid bands in the room (okay)
Thumbin' through the stacks in my True's, like
I just popped a Xan, can't think about you (I can't think)
Cuttin' on my wrist in the booth
Yeah, I'm in my feelings, that's true
Rather be dead or with you
Popped two, three Percs, now I'm floating on the moon
F*ckin' on a thot ain't new
Count a hunnid bands in the room
Thumbin' through the stacks in my True's, like

Ooh, ooh, ay, ay
Yeah yuh, yeah yuh
Yeah yuh, yeah yuh (hol' up, like)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

(I just popped a Xan, can't think about you
Cuttin' on my wrist in the booth
Yeah, I'm in my feelings, that's true
Rather be dead or with you
Popped two, three Percs, now I'm floating on the moon
F*ckin' on a thot ain't new
Count a hunnid bands in the room
Thumbin' through the stacks in my True's, like
I just popped a Xan, can't think about you)