i wonder

Is she fine without him? Does she cry at the castle? Is he gone, is he here? He's a cunt, he's an asshole Is she fine without him? Is her mind in a black hole? Does this night ever end? Are we locked in a capsule? Sorry that we're doomed I guess this is truce Crying at the crib on a Friday afternoon This is how I live, spent the day up in my room Made a couple bucks I'ma dip & get some food And maybe get some shoes The max's lookin' smooth The loud pack smacks & my snacks all chewed Teeth all dead 'cause my sugar hit the root If she don't text back, she gon' have to get the boot And I'ma get my move on, I ain't even trip Fucked up on a Sunday, Monday's lookin' lit Got twenty-eight grams and a bottle of some shit Sip Henny with the boys at the hotel on the 6th I've got plans, baby do not intervene Yeah, I wanted this forever, but you decided to leave So I'll rewrite the script, got sagas to complete Try to hit me with, "I miss you", like what the fuck you mean From the way that she moves, you can tell she's a cyclone And she's back once again it's a hell of a cycle With that look in her eyes, you must tell yourself I know This is only a test and you must remain vital Is she fine without him? Does she cry at the castle? Is he gone, is he here? She's a cunt, she's an asshole