i wonder by guardin:
Is she fine without him?
Does she cry at the castle?
Is he gone, is he here?
He’s a cunt, he’s an asshole
Is she fine without him?
Is her mind in a black hole?
Does this night ever end?
Are we locked in a capsule?
Sorry that we’re doomed
I guess this is truce
Crying at the crib on a friday afternoon
This is how I live spent the day up in my room
Made a couple bucks imma dip & get some food
And maybe get some shoes
The max’s lookin’ smooth
The loud pack smacks & my snacks all chewed
Teeth all dead cause my sugar hit the root
If she don’t text back she gon have to get the boot
And imma get my move on, I ain’t even trip
Fucked up on a Sunday, Monday’s lookin lit
Got twenty-eight grams and a bottle of some shit
Sip Henny with the boys at the hotel on the 6th
I’ve got plans, baby do not intervene
Yeah I wanted this forever, but you decided to leave
So I’ll rewrite the script, got sagas to complete
Try to hit me with, “I miss you”, like what the fuck you mean
From the way that she moves you can tell she’s a cyclone
And she’s back once again it’s a hell of a cycle
With that look in her eyes, you must tell yourself I know
This is only a test and you must remain vital
Is she fine without him?
Does she cry at the castle?
Is he gone, is he here?
He’s a cunt, he’s an asshole
