Flatline

Okay, well let's talk about it

Lot of words been said

But you talk around it

See, I noticed these days

You can't talk around me

Is you on your old ways

Is you still about me?

Well if I ever gave a fuck

Well then I still do

And I mean that

And I fall in love too easy

Girl, I might just ask for your ring back

Might change up your ringtone

So that I know when you ping back

And my heart then stopped a few times

It's one more thing that I can't bring back

Fuck it, I give it

I make that money, I spend it

Hope that karma don't come 'round

Huh, I might just need a minute

Nah I can't just be specific

Girl you love me when I get cryptic

Conversations play in my head

Of all the ways it should've went different

I'm missing my late grandma

A little more these days

If she knew what I'd been going through

She'd probably tell me to pray

I been talking to her picture

All the things that I can't say

Why the fuck do I feel stuck

When there ain't shit left in my way?

Ain't no competition that's left

Ain't no obstacles on this quest

I've been waiting to find happiness

Shit, I ain't holding my breath

Shawty might be my next ex

I know she been watching my steps

I know even at my worst

They can't beat me at their best

I've been lying to my therapist

My truth here getting pressed

Fam ain't call in like 6 months

Now they asking me 'bout a check?

Get the fuck up outta my face

Putting me right in the wrong headspace

Niggas can't call but the money talks?

Damn, the only words that we ever say, huh?

Is that how it's gone be?

That we only talk when you're in need?

Guess that's just how this shit go