One For The Books

Knew that one just wouldn't last
Lots of broken hearts
Just kinda died out, no more spark
Everything got broke in half
Think that was back in March
Oh well, guess that's my past

Special evening
Called the Uber, so she's just leaving
Just left some dealings
But still sent over her dress in medium
Expressing feelings
That pussy's known for that sexual healing
That sexy cleavage
Yeah, we just met but she's same-day cleaning

This just something to cook
We won't give out the recipe
We might have one for the books
Old-school days like telepathy
I can't be stuck in the hood
We can't get back what they took
The heartbreak damage and more
With real badman at my foot

It's cringey the way they behaving and talking
Their hearts full of envy
It's awkward, these men are like forty and odd
Man, my son's in his twenties
I'm walking the dog while I'm talking to God
And I can't go against Him
It's far from the ending, I jump in the car
Then I start up the engine
This week I fly out again
I literally live in the airport, Cuz
And right now I'm fasting for Lent
I landed and jumped in the Chevrot truck
I'm outside, I come out to spend
It's Giggsy, I'm one out of ten
These yutes pick up my leftovers
Came in drunk and I left sober

Gone till November
But it's only October
Sunny beaches
Lobster mixed with okra
Yeah, Mister Plenty Tings
Baddie bitch from Edinburgh
Yeah, Bruce Almighty
Without Jennifer

Let's just keep up the niceness
Those fruits ain't always the ripest
I wouldn't even like your help
Sometimes I don't even like myself
He got had up 'cause he's never had a girl
She got Birkin bags eating Bagatelle

Man might take up a nightcap
He got stabbed, now he got an eye patch
I might pick up the nine mag
Faster than Isla will pick up an iPad
Man like Tom, yeah, that's my for-life fam
Real nigga even though he's a white man
I'm more microphone and a turntable
I don't really like a live band
We might have one for the books
We might have one for the books

Gone till November
But it's only October
Sunny beaches
Lobster mixed with okra
Yeah, Mister Plenty Tings
Baddie bitch from Edinburgh
Yeah, Bruce Almighty
Without Jennifer

It's Giggsy, I'm one out of ten
Same-day cleaning