Pity Party

Seems like street lights going nowhere fast I can't seem to leave you in the past I'm Cupid with a shotgun She was a blonde hair Blue-yellow eyes, lightskin Black-white spice girl Tie her hair up and fight girl We used hook up in the back of her car When mine wouldn't start Far is too close and my memory's not sharp What a butter knife of a night What if I wasn't in the passenger side Kicking my game like Tekken Tag Switching my play like the second half? Told you exactly what you wanna hear How I'll always be there for you Even when you know I'm never there for you Even when you find somebody else Even when you crying to your friends how I fucked you and dipped I never had a problem being transparent I apologize if I have trouble being all you need Being the air you breathe The smoke in your lungs turns white eyes pink I don't need to run I don't need to run Streetlights turn into bright when I pull out my gun And I'm Cupid with the shotgun I do not love I don't need you I do not front Back then I say you was everything And my phone's on five percent And I'm halfway through your paragraph about only wanting to fuck Fuck, you got me And I laugh it off with a cigarette in my mouth Thinking 'bout the girl that's on my couch That just gave me the sloppy I'm sorry