Look, you don't deserve the interlude. I saved it for a freestyle. You don't deserve the interlude. You don't deserve the memories I made with you. You don't deserve the memories. You don't deserve the energy. You don't deserve my interlude. You, you, you. Dissociative identity disorder. You got DID. Go figure. Look what she did to me. But, hey, we got history. Rome. Greece. Italy. Really trying to get to me. Fucking him to get to me. Baby, that don't mean shit to me. Heard you been a busy bee. Fly to them. Fly to him then fly to me. Saying that it's absolute. I'm saying that it's probably true. These hoes look for the baba dude. If the baba dude got some loot. Talking about you bought the mood. Girl, you always bought the mood. Houston can really have your ass. I'm tired of this. I'm tired of you. I'm turning down the volume. Deep elements, not too long. Stay inside. You got a room. My name was tatted on your womb. You coveted with a butterfly. Breaking out of my cocoon. I'm flying til I hit the moon. I'm rising like a hot balloon. I'm junior but don't call me June. Saying I'm just like my pop. All right, now I'm in a mood. Leave me alone. Let me brood. I saved it for a freestyle. You don't deserve an interlude. You don't deserve my interlude. You don't deserve my energy. You don't deserve the memories I made with you. You don't deserve the memories. Bad lover. Do better. Sloppy treble. Knows better. Extra. Extra. Extra. Extra. Extra. Extra. Newsletter. Bad lover. Do better. Dissociative identity disorder. She got DID. Go figure. Look what she did to me.