[Intro – Spoken / Ad‑lib] Yeah… slowed down, but my feelings ain’t light Bronx drill with a heartbreak, still fight 808s draggin’, but my chest still hurt Turn it up… [Verse 1 – Slow Burn Story] I know my story with you at an end Still in the field, still spinnin’ on friends Thought you was the one, you was callin’ me bae Now you just a number, I’ma carve it on the K Heavy 808 when I slide in the night Dark trap beat, but I’m tired of the fight All this time I thought you was the one You was playin’ both sides, now I’m done with your fun So here I go hurtin’ myself, scrollin’ through your phone, I’m lurkin’ myself Wishin’ you were comin’ home, but I know you outside, doin’ dirt with someone else Flow slowed, heart heavy, still racin’ like a track meet Low energy outside, but inside I’m on a back street [Hook – Melodic x Slow Drill] What do I do? I can’t go on But the bass so loud, gotta stay strong You said you’d come back, said you’d never leave Now I’m on this drill beat, singin’ through the grief You said you’d never turn your back on me Now the only thing that’s turnin’ is this Glock on me What do I do? I can’t go on So I turned all that pain to a war‑song [Verse 2 – Rage Switch-Up] Been past a year and I know I should go But you still in my head, so I’m lettin’ it show Bronx drill shorty with a bulletproof heart Every word like a shot, I’ma tear you apart Thought I needed your love, had me losin’ my head Now I’m stackin’ up the racks, all these chains instead Not for you, I been grindin’ for the bands You was dead weight, never part of my plans High anger, venom in my delivery You a stain on my past, just a memory You was talkin’ on my name, now I’m back on ten You can choke on your lies, I got realer men I was cryin’ in the dark, now I’m screamin’ at the spark Turn the heartbreak rage to a hit on the charts [Build – Call & Response] What do I do? (Turn it up, I’m bold) I can’t go on (But my heart on cold) You said you’d come back (But the streets know you lied) Never turn your back (Now I’m done with your side) [Final Hook – Blended] And here I am a year later, startin’ up again Not for you, but so I can be a stronger woman So I’ll never, ever be in this position again 808s drag slow while I dead all the trends What do I do? I can’t go on But this Bronx drill beat keep pushin’ me on All this time I thought you was the one Now you just a tag on the side of my gun Here I go, here I go, hurtin’ turned to gold Dark trap, heavy soul, but my heart too cold I know my story with you at an end Now the only thing I trust is this mic in my hand.
