Purple Pages

Try not to think about it Seems like it's over when I dream about it Tryna stay awake I hope my dreams fake Running through my mind it's like I got this bitch on replay I feel my emotions bottled up I need a drink, aye Faded of some lean Baby girl is what I dream of All my dreams been nightmares So what you think that mean girl I got the darkest thoughts when I think of you Please get out my mind I went a purchased a Patek because running out of time Im writing sad songs to get you off my line I told the bitch to hang it up and now she say the conversation dry She stuck on shoulda , coulda, woulda, and she always asking why I told her baby suck it up cuz I ain't tryna see you cry I'm a rich a nigga I don't need that My heartache it bleed And I'm covering tattoos While I'm burning memories See I'm just tryna feed my fam so I'm stacking up my gs But my mind is stuck on you, so I'm burning up these trees See I been sipping medication since my heartbreak I sit down with my pen and drop these lyrics from my heartache She told me let it out but don't even know where to start And I tried to give you love but I feel like we at war Doctor wonder where the pain I say I'm bleeding from the heart Since you left me I been stitching up this scar Now I'm certified in surgery But she was good at burglary Got damn she stole my heart Looking back on days when we would say they can't tear us apart