530 (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

5:30, the car missin'
No text backs or call misses
I feel like we all victims
Docks is gettin' long
Drunk textin', I should not do Patrón

I hop on the phone, turn the music up, got in my zone
Drunk textin', I should probably sue Patrón
Had to do wrong order to do you right, ah
You gotta go through in order to give advice

It's the price of the litty nights, I know the liquor hittin'
Why when somebody break your heart, it help fix your vision?
If you fall in love with a demon or a diva
Pray your soulmate got a soul when you meet her

The crystal ball couldn't tell me if they'll leave again
Problems too extra large to share with a medium
We fight not for flesh and blood on this level
And devil's advocate is advocatin' for the devil

And love is all drainin' and stop, it's all fatal
We used to be secretive but now it's all blatant
It's all just lost, ain't it? Watchin' it all cave in
We the topic of conversation

5:30, the car missin'
No textin', just call missin'
We fight and you won't listen
You right, we both trippin'

It's game time, matter fact, it's Ye time
The past year been a strange time, visitations on FaceTime
And who gon' break who's heart first? Always just breaks mine

Looking for blessings that God had hand me
I'm tryna just raise the family, somebody should raise the nanny
I'm tryna leave you alone but that last text was courtesy of Patrón

5:30, the car missin'
Emotions is all distant
No texts, just calls missin'
We fight and you won't listen
You right, we both trippin'

Daddy didn't know
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ah, ooh-ooh, ooh

5:30, the car missin'
Is this what you call distance?
What's up in a glass prison?
Dumped up for a last visit

That does it, woah, hope that did it
That gets it, no, that did it
Mad with it, I thought that we had did it

Everybody want too much of us, everybody except for us
I don't know what's left of less, run away with nothing less
Tryna write what's left of us, tryna write what's left of us
Runnin' up with nothin' else, wanna know what the writer does

Everything they said it was, everything they read it was
I don't know how bad it was, I don't know how I forget it does
I don't know how I forget it does

You know it was, you know it is, you know the kid
You know we did and I know we did
Know this, I'ma go with this, I'ma go with it and I go with it
Don finna go with it, I throw within and we goin' in
One phone for the whole list and goin' up with the thunder
I can't take it, I can't take it

You a fake bitch
You don't really love Ye, go listen to Drake, bitch
You don't livin' those songs, what it take, bitch
Go listen to Lil Baby, go listen to Future, bitch

Go soft, you don't think about your future, bitch
Don't stomp from the top, I'm new with this
Not done, I'm gonna pull it through with this
Bottom line, [?], don't think this
Can't fall from the top for you, fake bitch
You don't really love Ye, go listen to Drake, bitch
Young Thug, what Gunna wanna do to this
Listen to Lil Baby, listen to Future, bitch
Before somethin' for the temperament for a fugitive
We're not done but I'm dumb when I don't love hoes
You don't love Ye, you love Moneybagg Yo
I done signed it, where you sign it? What he bad for?
What he mad for?

You a fake bitch
Don't listen to me, you don't— go, go listen to Drake, bitch
Listen to Lil Baby, go listen to Future, bitch
But if I'm another gunner for your future, bitch
And I hope your baby daddy was a fugitive
And I hope you sound like Gunna when you lose the kids
And I hope you think you know what you gonna do with this

His last words were untrue
This last text 'cause Patrón
Did I start something dumb?
No heartbreak, I break through