Dead Players Testimony

Fuck is we doin'? Feelings and fools
She asked for work, we brought her them tools
Breakin' our own rules
Now shit done got outta hand, wanna hold hands
Match times with schedules
I advise we next up
Stakes high, eyebrows high, actin' irregular
Mama crib, weak Wi-Fi, still on the cellular
Tellin' all ya business tax brackets and missions
Pickin' up a car, errands, oil, gas, and emissions
Eyes tied, soul tied, thought to tell one lie
For old time sake, call up some old hoes, hey
If you ain't out here playin' I'll cling to your heart
If I do, I hope you know that it's a dog in this man
Mastered the art of no fucks gave
A wave rider, a all-nighter, a good buyer, nah, I sleep tighter
Wedding registry, air fryer applyin'
Watchin' the player in me dyin'
Dead

You are just what I had in mind
I was lookin' for you
I play it in my head a million times
Baby, I care for you
She was just what I had in mind
I was lookin' for you
I play it in my head a million times
Realized I want you in my corner, uh
From a distance, you can make me wonder, uh
What if? Uh
My life with you is holdin' over me

Yo
I'm good how you
Oh yeah, I'm just, uh
I'm lookin' at this Airbnb
Out the way
(Ain't it good, baby?)
I was thinkin', we can you know
(Ooh child, yeah)
Get away for a little bit and
Me and you just slide out
I'll pick you up, pack you a lil' bag
That sound good?