Is she fine without him?
Does she cry at the castle?
Is he gone, is he here?
He's a cunt, he's an asshole
Is she fine without him?
Is her mind in a black hole?
Does this night ever end?
Are we locked in a capsule?

Sorry that we're doomed
I guess this is truce
Crying at the crib on a Friday afternoon
This is how I live spent the day up in my room
Made a couple bucks I'ma dip & get some food
And maybe get some shoes
The max's lookin' smooth
The loud pack smacks & my snacks all chewed
Teeth all dead cause my sugar hit the root
If she don't text back she gon have to get the boot
And I'ma get my move on, I ain't even trip
Fucked up on a Sunday, Monday's lookin lit
Got twenty-eight grams and a bottle of some shit
Sip Henny with the boys at the hotel on the 6th
I've got plans, baby do not intervene
Yeah I wanted this forever, but you decided to leave
So I'll rewrite the script, got sagas to complete
Try to hit me with: I miss you, like what the fuck you mean
From the way that she moves you can tell she's a cyclone
And she's back once again it's a hell of a cycle
With that look in her eyes, you must tell yourself I know
This is only a test and you must remain vital

Is she fine without him?
Does she cry at the castle?
Is he gone, is he here?
He's a cunt, he's an asshole