A Cliche Love Story

[Verse 1]
Hocus Pocus
I do magic
To decipher all the madness
Fuck a cypher, that was tragic
Spitting through my fucking chapped lips
I wanna shift my focus
Tryna make my magnum opus
My thoughts floating away
Yea the typical opponents
One verse is done but it’s mostly bs
And it’s one versus one this time with a v-s
What will happen next
Gotta wait for the text
Spoiler, he don’t get it
So he calls himself depressed
Now he acting kinda pressed
Like panini, no Nas X
Little did he know he’s blessed
Because she was a wreck yeah

[Verse 2]
She my femme fetal
Always getting in me in trouble
She 180 like an owl
And I’m not being subtle
If I start to struggle
And my knees start to buckle
She’ll leave me right away
My tears making me see double
Then I realize I was dreaming
My tears they made a puddle
No text back from her
We an imaginary couple
A made-up story
Yea my thoughts are truly supple
None of it was real
But a few pieces to the puzzle

[Outro]
And I find myself third wheeling
But I want the first wheel
And now I sitting here debating on stealing
Wrecked so many homes
I should be homeless
But I still don’t have a housewife
My homies they calling me hoeless