To Jackson:
Go ahead, just tell me I'm to blame
I know you need attention
Someone you can hold while I'm away
I'm scared, I'm horrified of change
I know you want a child, we could talk it out
Mama used to say
"Boy, love isn't easy it's hard"
She said, "Boy, love isn't easy it's heartache"
"Boy, see everyone leaves and your heart breaks"
But I still hold on
No, I'll still hold on
I think I got the message for awhile
I'll disconnect and keep the heart safe
I replicate emotion
Medicate in doses that can help me feel the same way
It's easier to say we're just friends
Our generation made us that way
The type of friends who fuck
But when they fall in love they're too afraid to stay
But I still, still hold on
Still, I've been holding on it
"Boy, love isn't easy it's heartache"
"Boy, see everyone leaves and your heart breaks"
I'm so done with love
'Cause like tears in the rain, it means nothing
Don't fall in love
'Cause love means nothing
From Liv x
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To Liv:
I'm too damn high, what you call that?
I'm sorry that I took my time to call back
Well, I don't wanna spend time with your family
'Cause I'm afraid I'll run my mouth and start rambling
Wait, I know that your dad doesn't like me
High key, cocaine stains on my Nikes
Gucci on my neck, it's gold lightning
Just ignore that, wait (oh)
Seven-headed snake, what you call that?
Bleeding like an open scar (ay)
Lost a little money, made it all back
Luckily I work this hard (yuh)
Vision kinda blurry, what you call that?
Might have hit the blunt too hard (woah)
I can't feel my goddamn face
Grip the wheel if I drive too fast (yuh)
Smile and see the gold teeth
Gold rings on my fingers make your face bleed
Hide up in the Hills, pop a seal under palm trees (Pop it, pop it)
Feel the land slide, then I lose my damn mind
I know that your brother wants to fight me
High key, Gucci knuckles so I hit him lightly
If you wanna talk, do it nicely
Or don't call back, tell me what you call that
Seven-headed snake, what you call that?
Bleeding like an open scar (ay)
Lost a little money, made it all back
Luckily I work this hard (yuh)
Vision kinda blurry, what you call that?
Might have hit the blunt too hard (woah)
I can't feel my goddamn face
Grip the wheel if I drive too fast (yuh)
Vision kinda blurry, what you call that?
Might have hit blunt too hard (Woah)
I can't feel my goddamn face
Grip the wheel if I drive too fast
Seven-headed snake, what you call that?
Bleeding like an open scar (ay)
Lost a little money, made it all back
Luckily I work this hard (yuh)
Vision kinda, vision kinda, what you call that?
Might have hit the blunt too hard (woah)
I can't feel my, I can't feel my goddamn face
Grip the wheel if I drive too fast
From Jackson
