Saint Karter - TINTED REFLECTION Lyrics

Raindrops in a droptop
I swerve
Changed up
Then you clocked out
I'm hurt
Lace front if you pop out those curves
Lamb' truck
And I pop out in fur
Pow pow if you get close
Drank syrup
New drank with a full cup
I know
Gold neck with a face tat
And hoes
Go back
No I can't go
No no
New drank
With a new bag
New cash
F*cked up if i pop out this Raf
Iced out
Then I pop out these racks
Lights out
Then I ice out my hands
F*cked up
If i go back, can't go
F*cked her
Then I step back let go
Trust her?
No I can't
Oh no, no
I can't ever get back this soul
Chasin the bag but I'm hurtin
(Yeah)
The M's getting harder to mount
(Yeah)
The racks keep me overdetermined
(Yeah)
The pain make it harder to count
(Yeah)
I covered it up like a turban
(Yeah)
I dried off the pain like a towel
(Yeah)
The money gon solve all the problems
(Yeah)
I'm done tryna figure it out
(Yeah)
Days passed, couldn't let go
My eyes, new tears and the echoes
I tried, I tried
But you messed up
Sit back, rewind
Tryna fix up
My heart, my mind
Can't forget ya
You're out all night
And I'm clenched up
This life and lies bound to get ya
I tried, I tried
Tried to give ya
Every hour in the morning
Hit a check
I was tryna keep the contact
You was lying in the bed
You telling me you busy
And you'll answer in a second
Then the hours started flying
And we only speak again
When the sun goes down
Rock the upside down
The shit got cold
You changed up on me
Monclear coat, but my heart still cold
Lost parts of my soul
Shit crazy mami
Tried to tap in with you
But you rather go club
Didn't know what to do
Had my heart in the mud
All about you
And you ain't give a f*ck
F*cks you ain't give went to hoes I don't trust
(Overdetermined to get out the space I was in, even thought about going to church)
Cross on my neck for da swag
If you crossing my gang, best believe we gon give you the work
F*cked up if you get close, sip syrup
New drank with a full cup, I know
Gold neck with a face tat, and hoes
Go back no I can't go, no no
New drank with a new bag, new cash
F*cked up if I pop out this raf
Iced out, then I pop out these racks
Lights out, then I ice out my hands
Chasin the bag but I'm hurtin
(Yeah)
The M's getting harder to mount
(Yeah)
The racks keep me overdetermined
(Yeah)
The pain make it harder to count
(Yeah)
I covered it up like a turban
(Yeah)
I dried off the pain like a towel
(Yeah)
The money gon solve all the problems
(Yeah)
I'm done tryna figure it out
(Yeah)