Baneful (Lost Tapes 2022)

Look, uh

How toxic do the arguments got to get before we understand, we not right for each other

I think it's time you find another husband, I wife another and slide my pipe in another

I'm trying to live life as light as my brother

Swear on my neck, swear on my ex's free K on my text

New money like AF1's is three pairs on my checks

You ever take a Lear jet to the jects, landed open locker, sipping on a swollen Vodka

Peace leads the way but my energy just know you problems

I'm tired of open convos, things that I got to do, getting cold and hot with you

Having ideas in this relationship, feel like TSA and I was try n’ slide them through

I swear to God, shawty

How many fucked up things you got to say out your mouth before you understand, we're not right for each other?

You left your heart sleeping mine right by the covers and fuck it to my surprise

I realize we can never be lovers, what all the fuss about?

Hidden stays, extended stays at the hotels, and perfume scents and smells on my coattails

A couple “I can't wait to see”, some “I won't tell”, a couple getting caught on a close friends with the show and tell

My, my, my, my, that's just karma, baby

And it comes crashing down, no, in the most toxic way, yeah

You should pray for good, cause you been bad

And lord knows that you been bad

Yeah, look, uh

How many things just got to not go right for you to know it's left?

How many times I got to permanently leave to know I left?

How many times you had to catch a **** creeping to know I crept and cheated?

How many times I had to catch you cheating and left my confidence?, all less conceited

Less of the reason we talking now, that point in my life is over, I don't want to talk it out

And feel like trying to find the words spitting and hawk em out

The feelings I had for you are dead, had to chalk em out, for real

The naysayers and chit and chatter are quick to scatter

As soon as you pull the snakes out the grass and you cut the ladders

My hands caught calluses, trying to build you a status

It's some queens that go missing when you try and build you a castle

It might be how it goes, when the end of the story told

We all ain't for the glory road, but some her fairy tales, fantasies, just ended up at the Maury show

Everything torn and fold trying to find a warm, but shit is more than cold, for real

My, my, my, my, that's just karma, baby

And it comes crashing down, no, in the most toxic way, yeah

You should pray for good, cause you been bad

And lord knows that you been bad

My, my, my, my, that's just karma, baby

And it comes crashing down, no, in the most toxic way, yeah

You should pray for good, cause you been bad

And lord knows that you been bad