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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 Letras de cancionesAin'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 From Letras Mania