Coraline

[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins]
Told her "you could never get fined enough, shi"
"He could be blind, any man could see that you're fine as hell"
Outta my sight, outta my mind
Never gave a fuck, anybody can tell
I ain't gotta duck, shoot your shot
Deep fade away, all they touched was the air
Now a nigga duck and the wild goose chase
[?], and I don't even know the player
But I keep shit played, [?] she was drunk off that
Trampoline dreams [?]
While I'm still tryna hit a home run off bat
She wanna get dug out, she ain't never make it on base
Feel like I gotta make another casе
On why she could really get thе fuck out my face
Slickest flows, she trippin now
Had the nerve to say I miss you now, bitch, you wishing now
You don't even know you dissing now
All you know is she's getting dissonant
All a nigga know my bitches it
All a nigga know these bitches ain't

[Chorus: Ben Beal]
You keep making faces
Tryna hold this conversation
All these games are getting harder to play
I notice all those subtle trepidations
Been a blunt to separation, fuck it
I'd rather wander than chase

[Verse 2: Ben Beal]
I got this cloud that's been following me around
When I grow that shit hold me down
Fuck a job and just doing shit, hope that it's working out
And look how that's working now
You turn to ignore me the second we talking again
The problem is constantly, probably Ben
Watching cartoons with a girl I just met
Ankle deep, stuck in the drying cement, oh wow
Hope I make it out
Blank face forward, face the crowd
Used to stress on every single sentence
Now it's plenty seconds in a strangers house
That's how changed I was in California
Pumping visitation at the bishop borders
We don't cut to the chase but we snip the corners
I'm on tour, find somebody else to torture
Yeah

[Chorus: Ben Beal]
You keep making faces
Tryna hold this conversation
All these games are getting harder to play
I notice all those subtle trepidations
Been a blunt to separation, fuck it
I'd rather wander than chase

[Verse 3: REASON]
Yeah, yeah
Why you actin like there's no more passion
We had summer flings, we had wedding dances
Gave you first impressions, gave you second chances
You ain't different teams, I was so romantic, what
Thought that you would be here to the better year
Tell em' all about us, that's a bit of trip
Homegirls told you you should leave a nigga
Shit, I always told you you need better friends
I do
Shit, words that I thought that I would say to you one day
Maybe on a Sunday
Maybe on a beach with our toes in the sand
Fell in love, that's never where I told you to land
Now a nigga made it on the road to the fans
Rapping songs about how to never give a ho a chance
Telling all the people that admire my star
Bout' how fucking toxic and bitter you are
Maybe that's just my reflection talking, shit
Maybe I need to let go of thoughts of Stacy
And maybe a should get a erections often
Got to your friends DM's to fuck with all of em
It's funny how use fake names like Stacy
To never give you clout, you can guess the targets
Trade feelings for fucks, the best of bargains
Get famous dick til the next to offer
If we're being real, look, I always stuck around
Because you do the double hand thing the best of all of em, wait
That make me feel like it's real
I can tell that you don't but I feel like you care
Soon as I finish I realize why a never wanted you stay
But I needed you then
I just did a whole verse to tell that I love
How you do it when I'm playing with your hair
REASON

[Chorus: Ben Beal]
You keep making faces
Tryna hold this conversation
All these games are getting harder to play
I notice all those subtle trepidations
Been a blunt to separation, fuck it
I'd rather wander than chase