I beg For Our Loss Or,
We lost all of our
Sad love songs

I'M centipede X 4

I beg For Our Loss Or,

We lost all of our
Sad love songs
I'M centipede X 2


Bino, will you be my baby day
I'm too fresh

The world aingt never had me
I'm too fresh
Y'all ain't never gave me that

Stone Mountain
Ain't no doubt
And these ^!$$%s won't hold me back

They wasn't hating him anyway
My girl makes exercise
She moving heavyweight

My girl ain't down to ride
Couldn't deal with my day to day
I'm at my Grandma's house

Like I don't know what to say
Maybe - I'm sorry
But sorry don't pay the rent

I promise to pay you back
And I don't know where he at
But tell him he missing out

His grandson is cool as $#&@
And tell me who be standing when them other ones giving up
Let's keep it spontaneous

I don't need that rehearsal
More flow
Than progressive commercials

Get with the program
Cause the plus loan that they putting us on
I got month long before I take the bus home.


I beg For Our Loss Or,
We lost all of our

Sad love songs
I'M centipede X 4


I know this music %#@! ain't %#@!
And all these random ^!$$%z in my house make you anxious
And I ain't never told you that our love would be painless

But I was so in love with you I thought we could make it
Damn, I wasn't in it
Damn, we wasn't finished

Damn, I got us tickets
Damn, we went to Venice
Prioritize on our lives and made you into a business

That's why you wasn't surprised when I had made my decision
Gotta make it, cause if not I'm a failure
My wallet Azalea

And my brother still moving, ain't no %#@! I can tell him
Trying to keep him out of trouble
But the cops are wild

It's nice to have a felon when the boys get violent
The Mexicans tried to jump me at the club
Funny thing was I thought they were stepping to show me love

Grandma's couch
My biggest fear and fantasy
When I ain't in her arms all I'm making is enemies

Here I'm screaming obscenities at a ^!$$%
Wanted to live bigger than me
Them jehowah projects was eating our concept

If anyone walking out
What are you talking about
Gun Hill Road made them summers feel cold

On the same train that my parents met on
Twenty years later and my --- still ghetto
High off of pressure

That's a stiletto
Got your own couch now but you don't feel better

I beg For Our Loss Or,
We lost all of our

Sad love songs
I'M centipede X 4

Cause if not, I'm a failure X 2


TALKING