Oh yah

She was 5'3 with the nerve to find me

Squirming with the yearnin' to switch up assigned seats

Immaculately wrapped in a package of prime beats

With lyrics that breakdown what the laughter of God means

We never supposed to take it past, "my friend like you"

But love will embarrass the brevity of a haiku

So we built a list of the people that we should lie to

And sent each other music to fall asleep, kiss, and cry to

My secret sky, my sugar sandwich, my honeydip

They grew suspicious but we rebounded on every slip

The intuition of my mother had a heavy clip

But shooting stars has never shifted the stratosphere

Hold up, now we matchin' when we roll up

Though my fear of getting caught may make me throw up

And my grades are soaking in novocaine

But she remembers my name and printed it on a chain

We Broke the mood ring

When I got my school changed

It was love, then it was mud

We hit the splits on a blue flame

Like da da da dum da da dum

La da dum da da dum da da dum

I tried to hide my phone so imagine the stress

When I up and jumped in front of a bullet train with a text

My momma read it loud, with throw up in her mouth

Of course I couldn't breathe enough to lie bout what she found

Then telegraphed God and we all heard back

Then we went to war until the walls turned black

And my baby had me thinking I could swing in the fight

But was kissing on my homie like a thief in the light

We Broke the mood ring

When I got my school changed

It was love, then it was mud

We hit the splits on a blue flame

Like

I say hold up, now we matchin' when we roll up

It was about 11 past heaven in February

When pops told me he didn't care about my crimes

Nah, in fact shorty could slide

If I kept my grades stacked and I did my time

But a little buddy who had clearly never choked

Flew a little feather through the funnel with a note

Told my mama I was flipping visits on the low

And so I wouldn't see him again until I was grown

We Broke the mood ring

When I got my school changed

It was love, then it was mud

We hit the splits on a blue flame

Sing da da da dum da da dum

Da da dum da da dum da da dum

If you've never been crushed, I'll spare you the layout

Just crawl into a canon and sing as the fuse fade out

What an incredible gift it is to soak in devastation

To cry inside your coffin when the diggers grow impatient

And you get to tell it all for 50 minutes a week

To this counselor who cannot seduce you out of your sleep

And all the king's horses carry all the king's men

To the conclusion that the truth is just harder to breathe in

She was 5'3 with the nerve to find me

Squirming with the yearning to switch up assigned seats

Immaculately wrapped in a package of prime beats

With lyrics that breakdown what the laughter of God means