What´s so important that you couldn´t admit that you missed it?
Every weekend, we get fucked up and start yellin´ like it´s tradition
Got me feelin´ like I´m shootin´ blanks out the AK with no ammunition

Got me feelin´ like I drove a fast car with no engine nor transmission
No brakes when I hit the pedal, it was all gas, head-on collision
Turn your back on me for the last time, was that really your intuition?
If you say that wasn´t how it was for you, can you give me your definition?
´Cause it feel like we was on two teams, treatin´ me like I was opposition

In a slow car, tryna drive to you, thirty minutes feelin´ like a mission
Left the car runnin´ outside for you with the key still in the ignition
Throwin´ rocks at your window, tryna break somethin´, never mind, forget it
Wrote a note like it´s suicide for you, is this really worth not livin´?

I hope my trust still in revision
My mind not free ´cause it´s too expensive
Make sure, you stop being so nice is when they start actin´ different
That´s why I watch my steps ´cause I´m so superstitious
I trust my hope, my intuition
In my heart, there´s no hate for you or competition
But I said I´ma do whatever I want without your damn permission
Good luck, I hope you end up in the worst position
And I keep scrollin´ through photos (Scroll, scroll, I just keep on scrollin´)
And wake up with a new mind, like, fuck it, I´ma be solo
Fuck it, I´ma be solo

Walkin´ ´round lookin´ paranoid ´cause I been movin´ around dolo
And all she needed was a paragraph remindin´ her about the old hoes
Ain´t no point in reminiscin´ ´bout the other half, we should´ve kept it on the low, low
That´s why when I´m wakin´ up, I´m on go-mode
Like, fuck it, I´ma be solo
So low that I ain´t even got me no connections, I been dodgin´ old hoes
Solo, solo
Solo, solo
Doin´ everythin´ for me to notice
Tryna treat the kid like it´s all love, I ain´t goin´
Bitch, if I said it, I mean it, I hop in the car, on the one way I´m speedin´
Asking God, "If you hear me, I´m not tryna end up in hell just in love with a demon"

I been so fast, I´m tryna repent
Every time she call back I´m on the deep end

What´s so important that you couldn´t admit that you missed it?
Every weekend, we get fucked up and start yellin´ like it´s tradition
Got me feelin´ like I´m shootin´ blanks out the AK with no ammunition
Got me feelin´ like I drove a fast car with no engine nor transmission
No brakes when I hit the pedal, it was all gas, head-on collision
Turn your back on me for the last time, was that really your intuition?
If you say that wasn´t how it was for you, can you give me your definition?
´Cause it feel like we was on two teams, treatin´ me like I was opposition