Thrift version 2

Looked me in my eyes at the thrift… You never fix it, you never did, you didn’t. You promised me, Mami… I tossed tears, and you lied again—fuhhhk you and yo promises, bitch. You a toxic cycle, psycho, psychotic, fuhhhked, lost— And fuhhhk, I’m glad I’m not. I won’t be… not no more… See me see you look at me. Look at you bye-bye, Mami (Beat drops, bass heavy, raw pain in delivery) Bihhhhch, I shoulda been gone, but this love too strong. Said it was just us, but… Look at me flicks like you missin’ my touch, But bihhhhch, you married, how you lyin’ that much? How you cryin’ that much? How you denyin’ that much? Still tryna hold on—fuhhhk yo promises, bitch. You always beggin’ for another chance, Cryin’ bout how you love me, how you lost in a trance. Sayin’ it’s real, swearin’ you changed, But bihhhhch, you a cycle—it’s always the same. See me see you look at me. Look at you bye-bye, Mami [Pre-Hook] And me? I fuhhhked up, I took you back… Knowin’ damn well it’s another attack. I tell myself I’m built for the hurt, Like I can hold it all in, bury deep in the dirt. (Sade harmony floats in, soft, ghostly pain) “Oh I… I can’t believe it’s true… that I’m losing you…” [Verse 2] Like I’m strong enough to take another stab, Another lie, another backstab, another cry. Like I can handle another heartbreak, another mind game… But I ain’t, bihhhhch, I ain’t. See me see you look at me. Look at you bye-bye, Mami Every time I act like I don’t know what’s next— But I do, I see the wreck, I feel the wreck, I take the wreck. I tell myself I got this, but I don’t. I ain’t got sh**, bihhhhch, I fold. Every time you beg, every time you cry, Every time you swear you tellin’ no lies… I don’t fuhhhk around, I kept it a hunnid, You fuhhhkin’ me up while he still runnin’. Sayin’ you alone, but bihhhhch, you bluffin’. [Hook] “If someone has to lose… I don’t wanna play the game…” I blocked yo number, but I still memorize it. Deleted yo pics, but my mind still revisits. Told my boys I’m done, but bihhhhch, I’m lyin’. Said I’m over you, but I’m still tryin’… Scrollin’ through texts like what the fuhhhk? You said you was real, but you fake as fuhhhk. Told me you’d leave, but you still in his bed… Fuhhhkin’ with my head while I’m already dead. (Sade melody fades, last harmony lingering like a ghost of the past) “Mami, I’m not yo experiment… fuhhhk, I knew you too good… I was true, not yew…