SMASHING PUMPKINS

[Intro]
Artillery!
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
How the fuck did we end up back here? I'm like, "Fuck that shit, let's go"
Ain't no bloodshed around this bitch, but I'm still dead wrong, I know
I don't got no calculator for my calculations, I been counting down slow
I just picked the pieces off from all the flower pedals, shawty hating me more

[Post-Chorus]
This not a love song, this shit ain't written, no
This not a love song, and I'm just letting you know
This not a cry for help, girl, I've been chilling
She must be weak-handed how she letting me go
I might just wrap around just like a ribbon
And go pick that bitch up and bring that bitch to my zone
'Cause I'm not that good with hidin' all my feelings
I just want my bitch back, and I'm just letting you know

[Bridge]
Ooh, what? Oh, woah, woah, yeah
Long conversations, it's Henny, you, and me
Ooh, what? Oh, woah, woah
I told hеr to throw them drugs away, they won't help your sеlf-esteem

[Verse 1]
Tryna de-clean the house, she left me in the dust
Used to be best friends, where the fuck is the trust?
What the fuck am I missing? My brain fucking up
We is nowhere near friends, you keep talking 'bout us
Tryna look over memories I can't save
Even when I do, girl, they don't say much
Like what if all them feelings stuck and don't fade?
Is you gonna turn your back or what?
Niggas been tryna ride my wave
Gotta let them niggas get wet up
And shawty gonna trick the gang, she insane
I won't snitch, girl, I won't say much
I got a problem, feeling out and displaced
Any nigga close to a nigga fed up
Said, "I'm five minutes close, baby girl, heads up"
I can never, ever change, I'm the same, damn stuck
I was tryna live my fucking life, I ain't gave no fucks
But you never really cared 'bout the boy, thanks much
Had to hop in my bag, I'm tryna find love
Where the fuck are you at? You never say much
Ooh, what?
I'm so numb to this shit, I be laughing, yeah
I can't even dream no more, I only have nightmares
I barely be sleep, I be napping, yeah

[Bridge]
Ooh, what? Oh, woah, woah, yeah
Long conversations, it's Henny, you, and me
Ooh, what? Oh, woah, woah
I told her to throw them drugs away, they won't help your self-esteem

[Verse 2]
Keep that shit real
I'm a dopamine addict, obsessed with the thrills
Shawty materialistic, she only like bills
Every time that I smile, she in love with my grills
Just a nigga from the block, so I had to get the shot off
NBA shit, I'm in love with my steals
NBA shit, gotta whole lotta skills
Gotta whole lotta drugs and too many cracked seals
Gotta whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta pills
Gotta whole lotta, whole lotta opps in the field
Gotta whole lotta niggas tryna get me killed
That's a load of malarkey, you know where I live
Got a pole in Milwaukee, I'm the east-side kid
My coat on, it's cold, and I know how it get
Tryna see me laid out with a hole in my ribs
It's a semi-auto, I'm strapped up in this bitch
Better back your ass up if you loving your kids
I pull up with them guys, gotta fill up my ships
And the scouts all ready, my troops all ready
And shit getting heavy
So we gotta lift, getting buff as a bitch
Choppa forgot how to miss
Sorry, I'ma ball hard, I forgot to assist
And I rock hard, heavy, I gotta stay steady
I'm so far away, I'll catch you on the flip, yeah

[Chorus]
How the fuck did we end up back here? I'm like, "Fuck that shit, let's go"
Ain't no bloodshed around this bitch, but I'm still dead wrong, I know
I don't got no calculator for my calculations, I been counting down slow
I just picked the pieces off from all the flower pedals, shawty hating me more