I was right all along
Such a waste of time
We smoked through this bong
You were getting so high
I missed all my chances
But you'll never rewind
I'd miss you from Kansas
When I'm out of sight

I regret it
And I don't have too many
Run the digits
Looking through my phone
I ain't hiding shit
Check the scores
Imma win count the minutes
Time is running out
Make a move, you're finished
Get the bread
Go ahead, I'll make dinner
We'll do our part
If you're the breadwinner
Loving our talks
But you don't want the inner
I didn't fuck it up
Cause you ain't getting slimmer

I wasn't on my fuck boy
Annoying like a chew toy
New bitch, new trust
But it ended up the same
Shit is all destroyed
Bitch you crazy how the Molly always help?
She a woman, so she wilding by herself
Hair color code for different types of Hell
Calling my cell, picking up myself

I regret it
And I don't have too many
Run the digits
Looking through my phone
I ain't hiding shit
Check the scores
Imma win count the minutes
Time is running out
Make a move, you're finished
Get the bread
Go ahead, I'll make dinner
We'll do our part
If you're the breadwinner
Loving our talks
But you don't want the inner
I didn't fuck it up
Cause you ain't getting slimmer