Swan Song - Espa, Giggs, JD. Reid

Soothing the mess in my heart

(La la la la la la)

Oh, I

I still get cold in the night

Desperate, alone, hear me cry

Singing this strange lullaby

The days get short

And the nights grow long

You stop to count the ways

You’ve got it all wrong

What will make you smile?

At the finish line

Is all that will remain

We couldn’t meet, she couldn’t sleep

Never made a promise that I couldn’t keep

Told her I’ll address it and we wouldn’t speak

And when she’s undressing, said I wouldn’t peep

Money on the dresser, gonna hit the streets

Told her grab a dress and then she got the deets

Told her when she copped 'em «hope you got receipts»

Nigga, call me doctor cause I got the beats

Phone ringing, I watch it beep

Watch my Instagram and wanna watch me tweet

I’m watching Vince McMahon, she said she wants the key

I told her «please, sit down», she said she wants to see

Always on some bossy, baby, what’s your beef?

You’re always with your posse, baby, what’s achieved?

Then I sip Courvoisi, then I got the sheets

That zoobie got me coughing and she wants to beat

I can’t lie, we’ve got different hopes

Can’t lie, we’ve got different strokes

From outside of my BMX

You’re outside on your skipping ropes

I won’t laugh, we’ve got different jokes

She (cough, cough) till she sick of smoke

She always with that sick approach

That’s alright 'cause I’m with it though

The days get short

And the nights grow long

You stop to count the ways

You’ve got it all wrong

What will make you smile?

At the finish line

Is all that will remain