Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Why you cappin’ like that
You was almost never there
I don’t want you to regret
I just want you to repent
‘Cause you were more than just a ten
You were always heaven-sent
Tongue-tied, you’re disguising your halo
Fun times, we were tired in Cairo
Fun fact, you were having a bad time
Till we turned up and put that nigga to bedtime
The beat real, you’re the [?] of Brixton
If you don’t work then this will turn into fiction
I hate the fact that you turned to prescriptions
I hate the facts, I hate the situation
I hate the facts, I hate the situation, yeah
I hate the facts, I hate the situation, yeah
I hate the fact, I hate the situation
How do you expect me to change
How long is it too late, my babe
How do you expect me to change
How long is it too late I said
How long till your patience weigh thin
Came here with Alex, but you left with Jason
Said you weren’t about it, then you went and caved in
I ain’t mad about at you, girl, we’re on the same shit
I was on the same shit
I ain’t never thought that you would be amazing
I was in the air while you was on the A6
Still, I came back for you
Still, I run laps for you
An eye for an eye ain’t gonna fix what you did to
But I get if you wanna fix if it’s there still
Pull up in the defender, you’re so defensive
Now she wants the V8, now she’s so expensive
I ain’t ever mad, girl, I like [?] swerve it
Saw her in a dream, now she ends up on man’s street
I wish she knew so she took it for a purpose
She’s pretty and she’s privileged and she’s pretty much perfect
I hate the facts, I hate the situation
I hate the facts, I hate the situation, yeah
I hate the fact, I hate the situation
I hate the facts, I hate the situation, yeah
I hate the fact, I hate the situation
I think halo means revenge
Means revenge
Revenge, revenge
