["530 (The Car's Missing / Dear Summer)"]
Baby, yeah
Oh, baby
You pick up when you call
Yeah
5:30, the car missing
No texts back, so calls missin'
I feel like we all victims
Nights gettin' long
Drunk texting, I should not do Patrón
I hop on the phone, turn the music up, got in my zone
Drunk texting, I should probably sue Patrón
Had to do wrong order to do you right
You gotta go through in order to give advice
It's the price of the litty nights
I know the liquor hittin'
Why when somebody break your heart it help fix your vision?
If-if you fall in love with a demon or a diva, pray your soulmate got a soul when you meet her
The crystal ball couldn't tell me if they'll leave again
Problems too extra large to share with a medium
We fight not for flesh and blood on this level
And devil's advocate is advocatin' for the devil
And love is all draining and stop, it's all fatal
We used to be secretive, but now it's all blatant and it's all just lost, ain't it?
Watching it all cave in
We're the topic of conversation
5:30, the car missing
No texting, just call missin'
We fight and you won't listen
You right, we both trippin'
It's game time, matter of fact, it's Ye time
The past year has been a strange time
Visitations on FaceTime
And who gon' break who's heart first? Always just breaks mine
Looking for blessings that God had hand me
I'm trying to just raise the family, somebody should raise the nanny
I'm trying to leave you alone
But that last text was courtesy of Patrón
5:30, the car missin'
Emotions is all distant
No texts, just calls missin'
We fight and you won't listen
You right, we both trippin'
["Fake Bitch / War (Mumble Freestyle)"]
Daddy didn't know
Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh, ooh
5:30 the car missin'
Is this what you call distance?
One shot, you called a glass prison?
5:30 for our last visit
That did it, well, well that did it
That gets it, uh, that did it
Mad with it, the thought that we had did it
Everybody want too much of us
Everybody except for us
I don't know what's left of us
Writing what's left of us
Tryna write what's left of us
Tryna write what's left of us
I don't want nothing else
Everybody except for us
Everything they said it was
Everything they read it was
I know that I bet it was
I don't know, I forget it does
I don't know, I forget it does
You know it was, you know it is
You know the kid, you know we did, and I overdid
And I'm going again, and I'm going in
Time to go with it, my fault for holdin' in it
I know I can't take it, I can't take it
You a fake bitch
You don't really love Ye, go listen to Drake, bitch
You don't live in 'em songs, don't know what it take, bitch
Go listen to Lil Baby, go listen to Future, bitch
Do somethin', you don't think about your future, bitch
When you done you gon' find I ain't new with this
Best friend tryna find out what do with this
Tryna pass judgement know me like I ain't shit
Too much of a burden for you fake bitch
You don't really love Ye, go listen to Drake, bitch
You don't have no idea what it take, bitch
Go listen to Lil Baby, go listen to Future, bitch
Turn bad know you don't think about your future, bitch
Go listen to Lil Baby, go listen to Future, bitch
Turn bad know you don't think about your future, bitch
You don't love Ye, you love Moneybagg Yo
Look where the sun is shining
I don't love hoes
Why they mad for?
You a fake bitch
Don't listen to Ye, go listen to Drake, bitch
Go listen to Lil Baby, go listen to Future, bitch
But If I learned somethin', you should learn your future, bitch
And I hope your baby daddy was a fugitive
And I hope you—
And I hope—, you don't know what to do with this
His last words were untrue
This last text 'cause Patrón
Did I say something wrong?
Don't ask me, I'm—
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