Baneful - Lost Tapes 2022

Look, uh

How toxic do the arguments got to get before we understand

We not right for each other

I think it's time you find another husband

I wife another and slide my pipe in another

I'm tryin' to live life as light as my brother

Swear on my neck, swear on my ex's free K on my text

New money like AF1's is three pairs on my checks

You ever take a Lear jet to the 'jects?

Land in Opa-Locka, sippin' on a swollen Vodka

Peace leads the way but my energy just know you problems

I'm tired of open convos

Things that I got to do

Getting cold and hot with you

Havin' ideas in this relationship

Feel like TSA and I was tryin' slide them through

I swear to God, shawty

How many fucked up things you got to say out your mouth

Before you understand, we're not right for each other?

You left your heart sleep and mine right by the covers

And fuck it to my surprise I realize we can never be lovers

What's all the fuss about?

Hidden stays, extended stays at the hotels

And perfume scents and smells in my coattails

A couple, "I can't wait to see you", some, "I won't tell"

A couple gettin' caught on a close friends with the show and tell

My, my, my, my, that's just karma, baby

And it comes crashin' down on you in the most toxic way, yeah

You should pray for good, 'cause you been bad

And Lord knows that you been bad

Yeah, look, uh

How many things just got to not go right for you to know it's left?

How many times I got to permanently leave to know I left?

How many times you had to catch a nigga creepin'

To know I crept and cheated?

How many times I had to catch you cheatin' and left my confidence?

All less conceited

Less of the reason we talkin' now

That point in my life is over, I don't want to talk it out

And feel like tryin' to find the words spittin' and hawk 'em out

The feelings I had for you are dead, had to chalk 'em out, for real

The naysayers and chit and chatter are quick to scatter

As soon as you pull the snakes out the grass and you cut the ladders

My hands caught calluses, tryin' to build you a status

It's some queens that go missin' when you try and build you a castle

It might be how it goes, when the end of the story told

We all ain't for the glory road

But some hood fairytales, fantasies, just ended up at the Maury show

Everything torn and fold tryin' to find a warm

But shit is more than cold, for real

My, my, my, my, that's just karma, baby

And it comes crashin' down on you in the most toxic way, yeah

You should pray for good, 'cause you been bad

And Lord knows that you been bad

My, my, my, my, that's just karma, baby

And it comes crashin' down on you in the most toxic way, yeah

You should pray for good, 'cause you been bad

And Lord knows that you been bad