intuition

What's so important that you couldn't admit that you missed it?

Every weekend, we get fucked up and start yellin' like it's tradition

Got me feelin' like I'm shootin' blanks out the AK with no ammunition

Got me feelin' like I drove a fast car with no engine nor transmission

No brakes when I hit the pedal, it was all gas, head-on collision

Turn your back on me for the last time, was that really your intuition?

If you say that wasn't how it was for you, can you give me your definition?

'Cause it feel like we was on two teams, treatin' me like I was opposition

In a slow car, tryna drive to you, thirty minutes feelin' like a mission

Left the car runnin' outside for you with the key still in the ignition

Throwin' rocks at your window, tryna break somethin', never mind, forget it

Wrote a note like it's suicide for you, is this really worth not livin'?

I hope my trust still in revision

My mind not free 'cause it's too expensive

Make sure, you stop being so nice is when they start actin' different

That's why I watch my steps 'cause I'm so superstitious

I trust my hope, my intuition

In my heart, there's no hate for you or competition

But I said I'ma do whatever I want without your damn permission

Good luck, I hope you end up in the worst position

And I keep scrollin' through photos (Scroll, scroll, I just keep on scrollin')

And wake up with a new mind, like, fuck it, I'ma be solo

Fuck it, I'ma be solo

Walkin' 'round lookin' paranoid 'cause I been movin' around dolo

And all she needed was a paragraph remindin' her about the old hoes

Ain't no point in reminiscin' 'bout the other half, we should've kept it on the low, low

That's why when I'm wakin' up, I'm on go-mode

Like, fuck it, I'ma be solo

So low that I ain't even got me no connections, I been dodgin' old hoes

Solo, solo

Solo, solo

Doin' everythin' for me to notice

Tryna treat the kid like it's all love, I ain't goin'

Bitch, if I said it, I mean it, I hop in the car, on the one way I'm speedin'

Asking God, "If you hear me, I'm not tryna end up in hell just in love with a demon"

I been so fast, I'm tryna repent

Every time she call back I'm on the deep end

What's so important that you couldn't admit that you missed it?

Every weekend, we get fucked up and start yellin' like it's tradition

Got me feelin' like I'm shootin' blanks out the AK with no ammunition

Got me feelin' like I drove a fast car with no engine nor transmission

No brakes when I hit the pedal, it was all gas, head-on collision

Turn your back on me for the last time, was that really your intuition?

If you say that wasn't how it was for you, can you give me your definition?

'Cause it feel like we was on two teams, treatin' me like I was opposition