I once knew this girl who had me trapped in my own mind. She used my past to grind me down and made me a weapon against myself, set my ass on the shelf, told me shut the fuck up and don't run a muck. Bitch, what the fuck are you even doing with me? Never made any fuckin sense to me, and that was the rub she used against me, my own morbid curiosity. What the fuck was I ever even thinking? Honestly, I was lonely. I was lonely as hell because I missed someone I was told I could never have again. That's no excuse, I know, and I promise I'll never do that shit again. Bruh, you ain't go fool me with that same plug nickel and 70 cent pickle again. No, sir. Naw, friend. Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin. Witcha Johnny Appleseed grin tryin to pretend you know my life and my lane. Naw, naw I'm done playin yo game. I got shit to do anyway. I'll work and wait, do my thing to pass the day. I'm done distracting myself with mediocrity and curiosity. Now we'll do this shit my way. Seems to me she's bout done with that other shit anyway.