TINTED REFLECTION

Raindrops in a droptop I swerve Changed up then you clocked out I'm hurt Lace front if you pop out those curves Lamb' truck And I pop out in fur Pow pow if you get close drank syrup new drank with a full cup I know Gold neck with a face tat and hoes Go back No I can't go No no New drank With a new bag New cash Fucked up if i pop out this Raf Iced out Then I pop out these racks Lights out Then I ice out my hands Fucked up If i go back, can't go Fucked her Then I step back let go Trust her? No I can't Oh no, no I can't ever get back this soul Chasin the bag but I'm hurtin (Yeah) The M's getting harder to mount (Yeah) The racks keep me overdetermined (Yeah) The pain make it harder to count (Yeah) I covered it up like a turban (Yeah) I dried off the pain like a towel (Yeah) The money gon solve all the problems (Yeah) I'm done tryna figure it out (Yeah) Days passed, couldn't let go My eyes, new tears and the echoes I tried, I tried But you messed up Sit back, rewind Tryna fix up My heart, my mind Can't forget ya You're out all night And I'm clenched up this life and lies bound to get ya I tried, I tried Tried to give ya Every hour in the morning Hit a check I was tryna keep the contact You was lying in the bed You telling me you busy And you'll answer in a second Then the hours started flying And we only speak again When the sun goes down Rock the upside down The shit got cold You changed up on me Monclear coat, but my heart still cold Lost parts of my soul Shit crazy mami Tried to tap in with you But you rather go club Didn't know what to do Had my heart in the mud All about you And you ain't give a f*ck Fucks you ain't give went to hoes I don't trust (Overdetermined to get out the space I was in, even thought about going to church) Cross on my neck for da swag If you crossing my gang, best believe we gon give you the work Fucked up if you get close, sip syrup New drank with a full cup, I know Gold neck with a face tat, and hoes Go back no I can't go, no no New drank with a new bag, new cash Fucked up if I pop out this raf Iced out, then I pop out these racks Lights out, then I ice out my hands Chasin the bag but I'm hurtin (Yeah) The M's getting harder to mount (Yeah) The racks keep me overdetermined (Yeah) The pain make it harder to count (Yeah) I covered it up like a turban (Yeah) I dried off the pain like a towel (Yeah) The money gon solve all the problems (Yeah) I'm done tryna figure it out (Yeah)