Heartsick - Pino

Said she hot as arizona

Met her in California

Smoke with blunts with pneumonia

And now she sweet, said she sweet

Sweet as a begonia

Next second you don’t know her

And she’s colder than Minnesota

Aye, a few Coronas are my soda

And that bitch she gone flip it like a phone, Motorola

We both grown and I know that you coming over

The cup it runneth over

Always off of something, I don’t like to be sober

And she always staying mad at me

Her double-d's, yeah they energize me just like a battery

Its satisfactory

Until I’m all alone the inner thoughts attacking me

Slacking on the beat it’s like my conscience started stabbing me

Like actually, I’m sick of all the pain and fucking agony

I feel like I’m the only one that’s really mad at me

On ice, I turn life to catastrophe

Got through all the bullshit and I made a fucking masterpiece

When time comes, your better off offin' me

I hate you, don’t talk to me

She on the gram, on the gram like stalking me

But the bitch speak to me so awfully like (Ayee)

Can’t wait, you be telling me some nonsense

Stuck in place, yes I guess I’m out of options

Can see your face turning to stone to the bone when I lock in

She on the phone, all alone on patron starting gossip

In my mind all the time is like a mosh pit

And I cannot control that shit, I don’t know how to stop it

Tryna turn my problems to a prophet