unspoken (feat. XOX$TACY)

I saw a great calamity heading my way so now I'm trying to hide Let me duck and cover my face let me get my clip loaded Words won't resolve this issue them words, it's better left unspoken Best unspoken, bitch, what you smoking Whatever's in that pipe got you whiter than a snowman Why you trying to hide I ain't trying to fight, but you can't deny the words Cause you were the one who wrote them you be collecting your bag to buy a drug loot You know what, motherfucker, f*ck you dont get near me, I don't want to touch you I don't want to see you, nah, I will never trust you Yeah, uh, yeah, uh I've been trying to look through your fucking perspective But ignorance is bliss and keeps me from the hidden message Spiritual security not trying to show me evils And that's why I stopped calling and texting off the drop of a free throw I understand we all just people We all make mistakes and create some evil We all release negative energy, but yours Yours always felt just a bit more deceitful Honestly, I kinda hope that you fucking die Like bleeding out your eyes and your insides end up outside You made me feel dirty, it's so messed Hope you the Lord for forgiveness Slap the motherfucker, tell the pussy how it goes Tell the fucking politician they can come over and blow me Low-key, posted with a nosebleed Pussy talking crazy, slit his throat, now you motherfuckers can't save me Yeah, black tints in the Cadillac Yeah, pussy leave me in a fucking trance Yeah, she call me Mr. Boom Bastic I'm so fucking romantic, I smoke all of her ashes F*ck Trump, f*ck Biden, I'm done fucking relying Lying, replying to silences, I'm realizing that you'll fucking die Pussy motherfucker couldn't keep up, keep up Pussy motherfucker couldn't keep up, keep up Unspoken, better left unspoken Say the wrong things and I hurt the ones that's closest Broken promises, crucifixes and absent gods I could've slit my wrist if it wasn't you in my arms, like Unspoken, better left unspoken Say the wrong things and I hurt the ones that's closest Broken promises, crucifixes and absent gods I could've slit my wrist if it wasn't you in my arms, like Best unspoken, bitch, what you smoking Whatever's in that pipe got you Whiter than a snowman Why you tryna hide? I ain't tryna fight But you can't deny the words cause you were the one who wrote them Best unspoken, bitch, what you smoking Whatever's in that pipe got you Whiter than a snowman Why you tryna hide? I ain't tryna fight But you can't deny the words cause you were the one who wrote them