Brokenhearted/Hawk Tuah

Yeah, look, if I'm being honest, girl, I still miss and still love you

Trippin' when I text her phone, I'm wishin' we could still cuddle

Call my therapist, she ain't answer, shit, I feel troubled

Feelin' like I'm spiralin, hit me on the low

And told me that you wanna try again

Without you, I was crawlin, you came back, shit, I could fly again

Told me that you love me, should've known that you would lie again

You fucked off with that ****, ain't gon' cap, feel like I died again

Shit, I live in Spain, but shit, the S is silent

Voice in my head, he tell me crash

That **** pressed for violence, just a tyrant

On a calm night, I hear aggressive sirens

Feelin' like I'm spiralin, I pray to God to get some silence

Then you come, pushin' on my button, shit, it's like a game

I'm talkin' to my therapist, she said, I think you like the pain

Shit, life is strange, complainin' that you wet, but, boy, you like the rain

Complainin' that you burnt, but, matt, you light the flame

You like the pain, that shit turned me up, I felt corrupted

Left my soul departed, fuckin' bitches drunk up off tequila

Shit, I'm brokenhearted, text from Neyo

Hit me in a DM, said, I go the hardest

Took a toll, my soul is dark, it's flow is dumb, I go retarded

Middle Eastern mami on a link up, I can't get attached

When the paper came, ****, I ran, I'm tryna get a rack

Jumpin' in my bag, I need a lamb, Ain't tryna get a scat

Drivin' through the hills, I see the houses, tryna get us that

OG told me, before I shoot my shot, I had to shift my target

Fuckin' bitches on the balcony, I feel like Mr. Marcus

All these bitches love me like a discount from that shit at Target

Nothin' helps to ease my pain, I promise, I'm so brokenhearted, brokenhearted

Stuck up in my feelings, shit, I'm brokenhearted, brokenhearted

All up in my feelings, shit, I'm brokenhearted, brokenhearted

All up in my feelings, shit, I'm brokenhearted, brokenhearted

All up in my feelings, shit, I'm brokenhearted

Oh, my boy, you was trippin, you was trippin

No luggage, bro, you trippin, we supposed to be pimpin

And you trippin, what part of the game is that

Look, I'm from the hood where they spark rugers

Got a rendezvous with a bad bitch, she give me deep throat

Not no hawk tuah ****, what

If you try to get between me and my goals, then shit, I'ma run through you

Look, I'm in the city, she shoot me some head

And you know that she miss me like Trump shoot a ****

Pull up and jump in the booth and start purging

And I'm off the liquor, I'm swervin

Shorty a yappa, I can't get a word in

Bitch, on my body, I'm curvin, yikes

She give me top and a whip while I'm merging

She ride the wave like a sturgeon, uh

****, it's Matt from the pak

And I'm back on the track it's a wrap like a turban, ****