Love Song (Come Back)

Death to all the Karens Multi faceted interference Call your parents God never saved the day she ran the play like pallbearers Three of us on both sides Casket wide open I say it all with sincerity britt ya thighs poking I'm mesmerized by every step its hard to stop from groping Ya magic got me taking trips in covid, risk it all My days was low still kept it tall I lend my toast to you for safety reasons y'all should hit the mall I stand, watch from the block tower Clocked hours maximizing visibly everything now it's stockpiling On top of power it's sеwed up we got ours I'll take thе flowers if they soothe my soul but otherwise you keep them hoes I'll write it louder, my niggas latching onto anything that works Left his brothers on the back burner just cause he in a vert Two seats ain't enough when the gang carrying hurt, and work I just installed the next installment of the curse I hope this pistol works I bared my soul for peace and now I got a void as big as earth I find it hard to write a love song to you So let me sing a song of affirmations I came from Nathan, literal faking he ate the bacon Laid in amazement when the trips got real Thought I won't coming back a couple times I guess I'm still here Baking soda stretched out the bill, money made it off crills They whispered "How he got them Jordan's?" Bitch, my crib in the field Come back, come back, come back, come back to me Gimme love or leave me be Why are you so mad, so mad my nigga calm down Come back, come back, come back, come back to me Gimme love or leave me be Why are you so mad, so mad my nigga calm down Come back, come back, come back, come back Come back, come back, come back, come back to me Come back, come back, come back, come back Come back, come back, come back, come back to me Come back, come back, come back, come back Come back, come back, come back, come back to me Come back, come back, come back, come back Come back, come back, come back, come back Come back here Kitchy you know what it is You are gonna play that Where's my money? Here's a job right here 20 percent You've got a job? That's right ha ha ha Get the fuck outta here brah Ooh! what you gonna do What the fuck you gonna do? Aah, what you do? You are gonna shoot me in front of everybody? Haa? C'mon