Текст песни
Hands open I can't tell what you could want from me
All this love that I gave you it came wit it came wit scars on it
Broken ribs in my chest from times that it was stole from me
Tug of war with my heart string and it's been torn from it
I fucked up tryna get next to you
And I've always tried my hardest to get the best for you
I don't know who I wrote this letter to
Pretty hands around my heart open my chest to you
I set the stage inside the torso
I opened up more than ever I need you more so
A lot of space in here I just need more dough
Need a warrior death need me a sword that I can fall on
I trusted hands with my dream now it's breaking it clean even
Sprinkled salt on the wound told me to keep dreaming
Tapatio-ing the game now I need the game seasoned
I got it backwards maybe it's that the game need me
Miscommunication but baby that's just been old news
I got a dream I tried to show you
Disappointment on your face I shoulda known you
I need somebody that I can go to
Need somebody maybe nobody knows what I go through
Look I thought we was twinning ain't talking Siamese-ing
I needed belief even if you ain't mean it
It's not like you committed treason
I ain't need permission just needed another reason
Pretty hands hold my heart but ain't been careful
And I can't get another sample
Her daddy cold but a nigga been hot shit I'm like a candle
Maybe my baby just been a damsel
Can deal with it when it's somebody else but you hurt more
Tolerating it but it acnes I have to build more
War wounds on my face is like a billboard
I got some issues that left me still torn
She ain't nobody else's
Miscommunication but baby that's just been old news
Miscommunication
I got a dream I try to show
I got a dream I tried to show you
Disappointment on your face I shoulda known you
I need somebody that I can go to
Need somebody maybe nobody knows what I go through