She Was Gone

[Intro]
Yeah, aye
Yeah
Yeah, she just up and gone though
Yeah, yo
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
I made it home with a condom package, I’m ready for this
I went inside with a bit of baggage, I never noticed
How empty, hopeless it looks, but wait the door was open
Somebody broke in, stole the mimosa’s, and bolts were broken
I had a plan with a plan B and a fire stick
That’s when I phone her, she told me to go and try a dick
I think it’s over now that I know that she lied a bit
But what the fuck is the issuе ‘cause I don’t give a shit
I can not help but bе selfish, she helps, get me de-railed
When we went to myrtle beach, ho tells me she’s Welsh
I mean, well, that’s a neat tell, but I can’t help but curdle each
Time that I get ran by with these lies
Like the White Stripes, can’t see why this hurdle keeps
Bringing me to Knee Height, this bee hives
Colonies’ dying, can’t be live, so murder queen
Can’t bring myself to even be there for my health
So how could I deepen the well to fit in another girl anyway
I leech for wealth and I’m eating pizza at 12
When I could be leaving the bell behind and love being a renegade
I keep it real but really I’m leaving ‘em ill
So they won’t be able to feel the way that I feel when I’m getting laid
The only bars that I lay when I’m awake weigh 438
I’m bored, hung, with a dirty cape
I’m not okay, I’m more done than a curtly play
I broke the pace, no more fun, it’s an early day
I learned to take the back door, run to a pearly place
Instead of going for any bitch that’ll say my name
I wonder if I go back to dating, it’d be good maybe
But lately, it’s been hazy, my premonitions’ caving
I sit in bed with a couple bottles, I’m misbehaving
And lately things have been really crazy, this time I’m aiming
The fucking highest I might’ve liked to have ever gone
And your highness, Isaiah, you’re writing layers, the lightest saber
You’re white as Jasmine, and drivin’ laps, you’re the writing savior
Fucking roll for paper and spit for labor, the English major
Inflation causing all of us not to know what the dollar cost
While I bottle these thoughts and then bury bodies, apocalypse
All these bars at the bottom, you pick apart and then awe at them
Constant forgetting I wrote this letter getting at all of the bitches

[Outro]
You're all probably gonna be listening and be like
"Aw, it was his fault! He did everything wrong!"
Shut the fuck up
Nobody cares