Death to all the Karens
Multifaceted interference, call your parents
God never saved the day she ran the play like pallbearers
Three of us on both sides, casket wide open
I say it all with sincerity Britt ya thighs poking
I'm mesmerized by every step its hard to stop from groping
Ya magic got me taking trips in COVID, risk it all
My days was low still kept it tall
I lend my toast to you for safety reasons y'all should hit the mall
I stand, watch from the block tower
Clocked hours maximizing visibly everything now it's stockpiling
On top of power it's sewed up we got ours
I'll take the flowers if they soothe my soul but otherwise you keep them hoes
I'll write it louder, my niggas latching onto anything that works
Left his brothers on the back burner just 'cause he in a vert
Two seats ain't enough when the gang carrying hurt, and work
I just installed the next installment of the curse I hope this pistol works
I bared my soul for peace and now I got a void as big as earth
I find it hard to write a love song to you
So let me sing a song of affirmations
I came from Nathan, literal faking he ate the bacon
Laid in amazement when the trips got real
Thought I won't coming back a couple times I guess I'm still here
Baking soda stretched out the bill, money made it off krills
They whispered "How he got them Jordan's?"
Bitch, my crib in the field

Come back, come back, come back, come back to me
Gimme love or leave me be
Why are you so mad, so mad my nigga calm down
Come back, come back, come back, come back to me
Gimme love or leave me be
Why are you so mad, so mad my nigga calm down

Come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back come back to me
Come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back come back to me
Come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back come back to me
Come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back

Copyright: Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Frank Walton