Taste blood on my lips, girl
Swear to God that your tongue is a whip, girl
Maybe my teeth are razor blades
Bite their cage to play it save
I really ain't done with this shit, girl
Why don't you come get a hit, girl
We could play sober, and make mistakes
Act a little dumb with J and K
Did you ever think you f*cked up?
Ever think you set yourself back a couple years
Had a wallet and a heart of fears
Ain't heard of them since you left, so it appears
That you've got me wrapped around your finger tightly
Got me wrapped around your fingers nightly
Got these raps, don't say it lightly
Don't say it, I might be
And we ain't done with the feeling of loneliness
I don't plan on making you come my way
But if you ever had a thought of what would come next
Don't fight it when it's telling you, "that's okay"
And if you're ever on your knees and you could confess
Stand tall to my shoulders and don't be swayed
Because we ain't done with the feeling of loneliness
I don't plan on making you come my way