I had the ring ready, you had other plans

Thirty-five grand and now I'm swinging like it's underhand

Pitches being thrown to me, bitches being flown to me

World in my hands but you the one that's going missing

See, I would trade this Benz back for the Ford

This balcony for a porch, these six digits for four

A nine-to-five over tours, an empty life for a morgue

If it was our life on the line, I would never let 'em take yours

So take the air right out my lungs

Put a bullet in my ribs 'cause what's my love to a gun?

Yeah, you stabbed me in my back and act surprised when I lash out

You probably tell your friends that this just another crash out

Yeah, you said I'm codependent to who?

I depended on you? The woman running from truth?

I'll laugh and keep the shit cute

Yeah, you see, I wish that I could hate you

But it's always gon' be you, yeah

It's always gon' be

It's always gon' be, you