Pinnacle

[Intro: Deverano]
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
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[Verse 1: Deverano]
Caught up in a circle
Pick pocketing my heart
All your moves are universal
This ain't no rehearsal
Just fucking play your part
Stop moving in reversal
Don't get discouraged
Now that I'm so lyrical
You swore to God you were loyal
So typical
Sense of injustice
So fuck all that biblical
Hope he's enjoying
The taste of my testicles
Shit be getting worse though
You put on a mask
Cuz you can't admit it hurts, ho
Bet you want to curse so
I'll leave space on the track
Get me on my verse though
You make me slowly
Turn into this cynical
Creature before you
That be your reciprocal
Girl, what's the point?
You're so unoriginal
Hoes will be hoes
You be the pinnacle
Damn, I need a break, ho
Get up out my car
Better move it when I say so
Can't make a mistake, yo
You're becoming harder
And harder to serenade though
Throwing these words off the dome
Like they're meaningful
Coming and going
Almost like you're seasonal
Who the fuck told me
The good ones were regional
Man, I'm still kicking them
Out of my vehicle
Feeling so ashamed, bro
Playing with my head
Yeah, you think this is a game, ho?
Stay within your lane, yo
Chivalry is dead
Cuz you girls are all the same, so
You make me slowly
Turn into this cynical
Creature before you
That be your reciprocal
Girl, what's the point?
You're so unoriginal
Hoes will be hoes
You be the pinnacle

[Verse 2: Sami Seal]
I ain't tryna hear that shit, dude
Get the fuck out of my face
Ha! I get the pinnacle?
You were the one
That want all of your friends to know
Calling me out
As if you wasn't begging though
All in my DM's
Like you were so different though
So, gotta teach you a lesson
This the petty kitten that you were petting
So, don't be forgetting
When it comes to me
If you get to messing
I got niggas handle beef
Like a delicatessen
So, if you really wanna know
I would tell you to call Tyrone
But you would hear his phone
Behind my closet door
I can't help it, I'm out of control
Now, the girl that would stick with you
Knew it would get to you
Hung like a fishing pole
You get the pinnacle
And oh, how much
I miss you being difficult
You told me that you were the man
I guess that you were kidding though
Throwing your words off the dome
Like they're meaningful
Coming and going
Almost like were seasonal
Who the fuck told you
The good ones were regional
I know you had other girls in your vehicle
Now you trippin, trippin, trippin
Trippin, tumbling down
You was slippin, slippin
I was the only one to hold you down
But, you made me slowly
Turn into the cynical
Creature before you
That be your reciprocal
Boy, what's the point?
You're so unoriginal
Takes one to know one, bitch
You get the pinnacle

[Outro: Deverano]
Damn..
I'm sorry