Lyrics
Knew that one just wouldn't last, lots of broken hearts
Just kinda died out, no more spark
Everything got broke in half, think that was back in March
Oh, well, guess that's my past
Special evening, called the Uber, said she's just leaving
Just left some dealings but still sent over, her dress in medium
Expressing feelings, that pussy's known for that sexual healing
That sexy cleavage, yeah, we just met but she's same day cleaning
That's just something to cook, we won't give out the recipe
We might have one for the books, old school days like telepathy
I can't be stuck in the hood, you can't get back what they took
The heartbreak damage and more, with real badmen at my foot
It's cringey the way they're behaving and talking, their hearts full of envy
It's awkward these men are like 40 and odd now my son's in his 20's
I'm walking the dog while I'm talking to God and I can't go against Him
It's far from the end and I jump in a car then I started the engine
This week I fly out again, I literally live in the airport, coz
Right now I'm fasting for lent, I landed and jumped in the Chevro truck
I'm outside, I've come out to spend, it's Giggs here, I'm one out of ten
These youts pick up my leftovers, came in drunk and I left sober
Gone 'til November, but it's only October
Sunny beaches, lobster mixed with okra, yeah
Mr. Plenty Tings, baddie bitch from Edinburgh, yeah
Bruce Almighty without Jennifer
Let's just keep up the niceness, those fruits ain't always the ripest
I wouldn't even like your help, sometimes I don't even like myself
He got Haddock 'cause he's never had a girl
She got Burkin bags, eatin' Bagatelle
Man might take up a night cap, he got stabbed, now he got an eye patch
I might pick up the 9 mag, faster than Isla will pick up an iPad
Man like Tommy, that's my for life fam, real nigga even though he's a white man
I'm more microphone than a turntable, I don't really like a live band
We might have one for the books
We might have one for the books
Gone 'til November, but it's only October
Sunny beaches, lobster mixed with okra, yeah
Mr. Plenty Tings, baddie bitch from Edinburgh, yeah
Bruce Almighty without Jennifer
It's Giggs here, I'm one out of ten
Same day cleaning
Just kinda died out, no more spark
Everything got broke in half, think that was back in March
Oh, well, guess that's my past
Special evening, called the Uber, said she's just leaving
Just left some dealings but still sent over, her dress in medium
Expressing feelings, that pussy's known for that sexual healing
That sexy cleavage, yeah, we just met but she's same day cleaning
That's just something to cook, we won't give out the recipe
We might have one for the books, old school days like telepathy
I can't be stuck in the hood, you can't get back what they took
The heartbreak damage and more, with real badmen at my foot
It's cringey the way they're behaving and talking, their hearts full of envy
It's awkward these men are like 40 and odd now my son's in his 20's
I'm walking the dog while I'm talking to God and I can't go against Him
It's far from the end and I jump in a car then I started the engine
This week I fly out again, I literally live in the airport, coz
Right now I'm fasting for lent, I landed and jumped in the Chevro truck
I'm outside, I've come out to spend, it's Giggs here, I'm one out of ten
These youts pick up my leftovers, came in drunk and I left sober
Gone 'til November, but it's only October
Sunny beaches, lobster mixed with okra, yeah
Mr. Plenty Tings, baddie bitch from Edinburgh, yeah
Bruce Almighty without Jennifer
Let's just keep up the niceness, those fruits ain't always the ripest
I wouldn't even like your help, sometimes I don't even like myself
He got Haddock 'cause he's never had a girl
She got Burkin bags, eatin' Bagatelle
Man might take up a night cap, he got stabbed, now he got an eye patch
I might pick up the 9 mag, faster than Isla will pick up an iPad
Man like Tommy, that's my for life fam, real nigga even though he's a white man
I'm more microphone than a turntable, I don't really like a live band
We might have one for the books
We might have one for the books
Gone 'til November, but it's only October
Sunny beaches, lobster mixed with okra, yeah
Mr. Plenty Tings, baddie bitch from Edinburgh, yeah
Bruce Almighty without Jennifer
It's Giggs here, I'm one out of ten
Same day cleaning