wingman Lyrics

Love always ends

In conceptual death

I stole your heart

That's conceptual theft

I take a spark and then

Leave with regret

Thought you had love

You're pathetic instead

I'm prophetic I said

Frenetic I read

The messages sent

I'm erratic in bed

And I'm seeing my friend

The lover has left

The romance will end

(Yuh)

I get out of bed and

I step on your head

I'm dragging you down

As I try to pretend

I'm forcing myself and

I'm not on the mend

I'm taking the pills

And I'm breaking the bread

I'm breaking the branch

And I'm trying to dance

But I've run out of love

And I'm stuck in trance

We're banging the shrooms

We're taking a chance

You're in my arms but

You live in the past

You stole me

Controlled me

Never could I let you hold me

It's all me

It's all me

It's all me

It's all

You stole me

Controlled me

Never could I let you hold me

It's all me

It's all me

It's all me

It's all

I bang a gummy and smoke CBD

Leaving the villa

Call me Stevie G

(Aston Villa have sacked Steven Gerrard)

I'm dressed in all black

'Cos I need to be free

I'm dropping the logos

Not selling the Tee

Building empires that nothing could end

I'm loving myself

Becoming my friend

Was holding my hand

A hand I now lend

To pick up the weights

To pick up the pen

I pull up my waist

I've dropped the 'Amen'

I'm seeing the Gods and

I'm watching them blend

They got my prayers

Feel sorry for them

Closing my eyes and

I'm timeless again

I find peace when I'm at home

I keep smashing up my phone

Temperature is getting hot

You should take off all your clothes

Now put on your coat and go

I've been wondering alone

There's a reason that I showed

You my soul then exposed

(fuck)

I'm lonely.

It's fucking mad you know

All the pictures that she took

From our happiest times

Are the same fucking pictures

That I have on all my dating apps

Right now and I use them

To get laid

It's fucking wild

That b**** my wingman now

Check out my wingspan now

I cannot live in your pastures

Imma outlive all you bastards

I'm killing it killing it

Faster, faster, faster

That b**** my wingman now

I cannot sing right now

We could have a fling like now but

You got dip right out