Yeah
F*cking
F*cking blossom
Blossom, okay. Watch this
Yeah, yo
You're a f*cking manipulator
A two-faced, nigga player with your heart on a ventilator
Shit, but I'll be your biggest hater
I tried to give you benefit of the doubt for the bigger painting
But I see the wilted framing, foundations are shifting lately
I tried to brush it off, how you lied 'bout your singing
Faking your passion for artistry
Now the song is unfinished
Wasted my time, girl I warned you
If niggas in the picture, leave me be
Shit, I got bigger places to be
But you still used me a stepping stone
I asked to be left alone if a man was the next opponent
I don't compete at all, I'd be ghost by next of morning
Planning my next performance, establishing settings for it
But you want the connections, the favors, lack of accountability
Antics that got you enemies
Bragging 'bout love for detachment, really it's lack of empathy
Spinning the definition just to justify selfish tendencies
Tenacity rather finicky when faced with your actions visually
I hope you get brand an enemy
You lied 'bout the man you're f*cking
You lied 'bout the private convos
I can't talk to my friend 'bout you while your conversations ongo?
My f*cking heart playing bongos
The anger I gained upon knowing you played me
Almost sent me back to the grave that I daily place roses onto
I know that your actions don't haunt you
In that f*cked up mind, you've justified how you make a marvel to dodge obligations
Motto is "whoever's convenient for you gets placement"
I'm saying Bravo, the way that you said you never got flowers
And been taken out, in the raining car, hoe
It's crazy you fake your sorrow
I shoulda just saved the car notes, but kindness gets taken for granted
And you did it. You did it all, bro
I really warned you, like I really warned you
Your sins could fall a synagogue
A house of cards has brittle walls
You're used to doing niggas wrong and you probably gaslit 'em all
Well, this time bitches lit the bomb
Why wait to release this shit in the fall when I could do right it now
While your ass done pissed me off?
Blossom, nigga
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Yeah
F*cking
F*cking blossom
Blossom, okay. Watch this
Yeah, yo
You're a f*cking manipulator
A two-faced, nigga player with your heart on a ventilator
Shit, but I'll be your biggest hater
I tried to give you benefit of the doubt for the bigger painting
But I see the wilted framing, foundations are shifting lately
I tried to brush it off, how you lied 'bout your singing
Faking your passion for artistry
Now the song is unfinished
Wasted my time, girl I warned you
If niggas in the picture, leave me be
Shit, I got bigger places to be
But you still used me a stepping stone
I asked to be left alone if a man was the next opponent
I don't compete at all, I'd be ghost by next of morning
Planning my next performance, establishing settings for it
But you want the connections, the favors, lack of accountability
Antics that got you enemies
Bragging 'bout love for detachment, really it's lack of empathy
Spinning the definition just to justify selfish tendencies
Tenacity rather finicky when faced with your actions visually
I hope you get brand an enemy
You lied 'bout the man you're f*cking
You lied 'bout the private convos
I can't talk to my friend 'bout you while your conversations ongo?
My f*cking heart playing bongos
The anger I gained upon knowing you played me
Almost sent me back to the grave that I daily place roses onto
I know that your actions don't haunt you
In that f*cked up mind, you've justified how you make a marvel to dodge obligations
Motto is "whoever's convenient for you gets placement"
I'm saying Bravo, the way that you said you never got flowers
And been taken out, in the raining car, hoe
It's crazy you fake your sorrow
I shoulda just saved the car notes, but kindness gets taken for granted
And you did it. You did it all, bro
I really warned you, like I really warned you
Your sins could fall a synagogue
A house of cards has brittle walls
You're used to doing niggas wrong and you probably gaslit 'em all
Well, this time bitches lit the bomb
Why wait to release this shit in the fall when I could do right it now
While your ass done pissed me off?
Blossom, nigga
F*cking
F*cking blossom
Blossom, okay. Watch this
Yeah, yo
You're a f*cking manipulator
A two-faced, nigga player with your heart on a ventilator
Shit, but I'll be your biggest hater
I tried to give you benefit of the doubt for the bigger painting
But I see the wilted framing, foundations are shifting lately
I tried to brush it off, how you lied 'bout your singing
Faking your passion for artistry
Now the song is unfinished
Wasted my time, girl I warned you
If niggas in the picture, leave me be
Shit, I got bigger places to be
But you still used me a stepping stone
I asked to be left alone if a man was the next opponent
I don't compete at all, I'd be ghost by next of morning
Planning my next performance, establishing settings for it
But you want the connections, the favors, lack of accountability
Antics that got you enemies
Bragging 'bout love for detachment, really it's lack of empathy
Spinning the definition just to justify selfish tendencies
Tenacity rather finicky when faced with your actions visually
I hope you get brand an enemy
You lied 'bout the man you're f*cking
You lied 'bout the private convos
I can't talk to my friend 'bout you while your conversations ongo?
My f*cking heart playing bongos
The anger I gained upon knowing you played me
Almost sent me back to the grave that I daily place roses onto
I know that your actions don't haunt you
In that f*cked up mind, you've justified how you make a marvel to dodge obligations
Motto is "whoever's convenient for you gets placement"
I'm saying Bravo, the way that you said you never got flowers
And been taken out, in the raining car, hoe
It's crazy you fake your sorrow
I shoulda just saved the car notes, but kindness gets taken for granted
And you did it. You did it all, bro
I really warned you, like I really warned you
Your sins could fall a synagogue
A house of cards has brittle walls
You're used to doing niggas wrong and you probably gaslit 'em all
Well, this time bitches lit the bomb
Why wait to release this shit in the fall when I could do right it now
While your ass done pissed me off?
Blossom, nigga
Writer: Khari Norman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid