July Quin - CULEBRA

I thought only you
Would guide me back to love
I'll be home soon
And when I get there I'ma try to mend what's broken
And find out what I need to do
I heard you got a new
Good for you
Why you trying to get over
Trying to pull one on me
I can't help but be open
Despite you shutting down on me
Trying to keep my composure
When you run cold on me, but I
Oh I just might
I might
I might
Oh I might
On sight, on sight, yeah
Now you trying to get over
Trying to pull one on me
Now you trying to be open
Despite you shutting down on me
Grave digger, getting to the roots, yeah
Dirt dug, get it by the muse, yeah
Black thoughts vomit and exude, yeah
Making mills out of meals missed
Trauma bonds, why you can't bail?
You gotta see it thru you can't sail
I thought I knew you well
But you could sell hallow to shell
You could sell closure to a seal
Oh you can bring health to ill, huh?
All without a deal, right?
That's the way it goes when your A&R'ed by the morning star
The Devil on ya back, gotta break
Wait
Soul running tracks
Rubber, popping flats
So, If you crash and don't make it safe
Won't play a 808
Or send a mayday, SOS
Cause someone sent a reaper to collect all your debts
Your shell is translucent
The fear in your pores
The smells putrid
It looms
Peace to MF Doom
Stoop kids gon' come outside
And catch a lyrical drive by
For playing eye spy with a blind eye
You unconcerned and I'm undeterred
Despite what they might of heard
My might is word
When will you learn?
Separation is murder
No need to encourage it
Go ahead it's your turn
What's the word?
For your tongue is a razor blade that paved the way
Your bubbling assumptions are always popping something
You troubling
I thought only you
Would guide me back to love
I'll be home soon
And when I get there I'ma try to mend what's broken
(I gotta fix this thing between me and myself)
And find out what I need to do
I heard you got a new
Good for you
Why you trying to get over
Trying to pull one on me
I can't help but be open
Despite you shutting down on me
Trying to keep my composure
When you run cold on me, but I
Oh I just might
I might
I might
Oh I might
On sight, on sight, yeah
Now you trying to get over
Trying to pull one on me
Now you trying to be open
Despite you shutting down on me
Now you trying to get over
But you shutting down on me

Written by:
Julio Quinones

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