Ending Note

[Intro]
Motherfuckers always talkin shit but it never worked
My ears over perked, call it COD loadouts
Don’t even think about my last breath
Had to pack my shit and move, I still have no doubts
That I’ll be better than others around me
Shit talk on motherfuckers and get thrown out
But It’s bad ‘cause I used to wanna write up my ending note

[Verse 1]
But I’m glad that I bounced back
Had fake fuckers close to me and I kicked ‘em out
It’s a new year, gotta do what you gotta
Better make moves before they become a spotter
For every move that you make
If the only way to make my friend list a drought
I’mma do it
Rather not be a little bitch and pout
Especially when they’re still stalking me
Little bitch, better hide, when you come to my level

[Verse 2]
If I made this song years ago, I’d call HELP ME my ending note
Back when I was writing on the paper for a quote
Tweet it up, sure, make a song outta it
Nowadays, I’m calling this my ending note
Throw a toast ‘cause I’m finally better
Eat your feta cheese whilst I wrote this shit
Go play on Breeze whilst I go and tease
Birthday 4, fuck it, might as well!

[Bridge]
Life got better
I’m not complaining but I finda
Way to do it
Fuck your letters
Fuck your messages too, I never really cared
Platonic relationships always stay?
Well that’s funny
Going ghost to me, but it’s fine
There’s another time
Back when I thought I could call you mine
But our relationship were just enzymes (fuck)

[Verse 3]
But I’m glad that I bounced back
Birthday 2 made me realise I had to block some fuckers
I had to grow up and had to discover
The fact that I had to put down the shutters
Lock myself a way for a bit, get my head down and work on myself
Now I know that I can’t rely on anybody else
Why vent to others when they’re gonna use it against me?
Fuck opening up when I can stay in my own shell
(It’s a bombshell)