Flood

I'm not tryna fight my way back Honey I'ma show but you left a mark Rolling mix tapes like we're way back Chasing after grey but I'm in the dark Used to call me up Bullets might flicker they don't make it right Shit might hurt my eyes Living on the porch Then she'd say goodnight I am on a cycle, 9-1-1 Losing my head, she a loaded gun I have cried a flood, my tears stay numb Dancing around where I don't belong Roaming the streets at four-o'-nine Empty my pockets for a sign Laughing over pop rocks like we did when were ten If we don't end up fucking I could really use a friend Used to call me up Bullets might flicker they don't make it right Shit might hurt my eyes Living on the porch Then she'd say goodnight I am on a cycle, 9-1-1 Losing my head, she a loaded gun I have cried a flood, my tears stay numb Dancing around where I don't belong Used to call me up Bullets might flicker they don't make it right Shit might hurt my eyes Living on the porch Then she'd say goodnight Ayy I am on a cycle, 9-1-1 Losing my head, she a loaded gun I have cried a flood, my tears stay numb Dancing around where I don't belong La-la-la-la, la, la, la, la La-la-la-la, la, la, la, la La-la-la-la, la, la, la, la La-la-la-la, la, la, la, la