knockout - guardin

Been eight weeks since you left and broke my heart

Said that I should talk about it, well, where do I start?

Lemme light the spliff, I’ve been floating in the dark

Some would call me insecure & some would call it art

I’m a fucking mess, a pessimistic little cunt

You’re a hypocrite if you don’t think that I’ma stunt

Never wanna talk so I’ll just roll another blunt

Feelin' like the prophecy when I’m up in the cut

And I guess I’ll be okay if I just try a little harder

You’re the wind beneath my sails & the crack inside my armor

I’m awake cause I fake sleep, head against the mortar

I’ma bake like a cake when I smoke another quarter

Fuck love I’ma soil it

Probably boil it

Pickin' at it while I’m sitting on the toilet

Like acid tablets I’ma foil it

Can’t talk too much don’t wanna spoil it

Time’s up guess ya clocked out

Girl you really hit me with a knock out

I rather lock lips with my bike mount

Kiss up on a blunt

I’m a kite now

Sky high never climb down

I’ma stay for it like I’m grime now

Something isn’t right I’ma find out

I’m only gonna change if I sign out