Lyrics
You know I miss the way you hold me
I must've cried a thousand tears since you've been gone
I need your touch
Anxious, haven't been the same since you said goodbye
Deception, tryna get within my section
Got a Houston one in my Texas, tryna build a consensus
120 slash 80, I'm elevated, hyper, look at my tension
Don't wanna talk 'bout past mistakes with her, it's getting contentious
Please, Manifesto, cut me a deal and bring bro back
Dark-skin hegemony just got a light-skin blowback
ASDA petrol bath, for the right price, eyes might roll back
They don't owe me words, they owe me loyalty; they gotta show that
Melody fades every time that you're not around
It's stranger when I'm with you, I can't sense danger, the feeling is upside down
Minus all of the pain, it's a plus side now
Like vinyl in the rain, I might let the love die down
No Marvel, I just got rid of my rivals (I like the way you hold me)
In dreams, I'm sitting in blood like I'm chilling with Pirus
Outnumbered like Hibino, I eat demons, I'm spinning with Kaijus (come and hold me)
Greed grows and gratitude must die; friends start feeling entitled (I need your touch)
(Anxious, haven't been the same since you said goodbye)
So innovative, we the ones setting the trend
I just got rid of my enemies, but none of them dead
I got vision, I'm different, I keep on looking ahead
Every decision I made in life is a lesson, I can't go live in regret
I keep on catching strays, I'm ducking and diving, can't even catch my breath
But still, I'ma catch this check, me and the money like batty and bench
Everyone went to the right, 'til I started playing the left
Risk-reward, I'm making a bet, I'm spending a check for the check
I can't run from the past, it always follows me home
I can't run from feelings, always sit on my soul
I can't run from nothin', I gotta chase these goals
Weight on my shoulders, moving slow, and the pain's gonna help me grow
Zanpakutō in my black coat
Ran out the field, got rid of my Astros
Handing all of this weight on my shoulders
I gotta stop counting my macros
It's 'Messi' when I had the side-ting writing out factos
Los Blancos run up a check, it's Galácticos
There ain't Nike in this gym bag, but for sure inside, a check
And if D got the bag in his hand, then he's just tryna hide the tech
I wouldn't say these hoes are a plus, with the bread, that's a side effect
Now she online, talking all the gossip, and you gotta hide that mess