Wifisfuneral - WYA, pt. 2 lyrics

I'm afraid that you won't notice me
Singin' my pain just like Jodeci
I'm afraid that you won't notice me
Singin' my pain just like Jodeci
Singin' my pain just like Jodeci
Singin' my pain just like Jodeci
Hol' up, like

I just popped a xan, can't think about you
(O oh)
Cuttin' on my wrist in the booth (O oh)
Yeah, I'm in my feelings, that's true (yeah)
Rather be dead or with you
Popped two, three percs
Now I'm floating on the moon
Fuckin' on a thot ain't new (Okay)
Count a hunnid bands in the room (Okay)
Thumbin' through the stacks in my True's
Like
I just popped a xan, can't think about you
(I can't think)


Cuttin' on my wrist in the booth
Yeah, I'm in my feelings, that's true
Rather be dead or with you
Popped two, three percs
Now I'm floating on the moon
Fuckin' on a thot ain't new
Count a hunnid bands in the room
Thumbin' through the stacks in my True's
Like

Ooh, ooh, ayy yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah (Hol' up, like)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Took a while for you to notice me (Facts)
Singin' my pain just like Jodeci (O oh)
I've been thumbin' through
Bands so ferociously (O oh)
And I keep them bags just like some groceries
(O oh)
And I'm poppin' on pills, got me jaded
(Facts)
Poppin' on xans and I'm all in the matrix
(Facts)
No, your new nigga can't beat me, he fakin'
No, you won't fuck with
Me, baby, stop playing, saying
Now I'm back in my bubble, no muffle
That's depression (Yuh)
Thumbin' through the guap
About you I'm not stressin' (Yuh)
Kick your shit, check your shit
Walkin' in Giuseppe's
Kick your shit, check your shit
Walkin' in Giuseppe's
But I'm thinkin' 'bout you on the low-low
Got me archiving all these photos
Heard your new nigga, yeah, he so-so (Facts)
He can't fuck you like I do, yeah you know so
(Ayy) real shit, that's a fact
Yeah my heart not intact (Uh)
Thinkin' 'bout the days I used to
Fuck it from the back (Uh)
Got me callin' on your phone, yeah
I'm askin' "Where you at?" (Uh)
Callin' on your phone, yeah
I'm askin' "Where you at?"
When you know you need daddy
You can sit upon his lap (Uh)
Bang up on my line, I'ma answer, that's facts
(yeah, okay) got me clutchin' on my fye
I'ma up her on this gat
Got me clutchin' on my fye
I'ma up her on this gat

Like, I just popped a xan
Can't think about you (O oh)
Cuttin' on my wrist in the booth (O oh)
Yeah, I'm in my feelings, that's true (yeah)
Rather be dead or with you
Popped two, three percs
Now I'm floating on the moon
Fuckin' on a thot ain't new (Okay)
Count a hunnid bands in the room (Okay)
Thumbin' through the stacks in my True's
Like
I just popped a xan, can't think about you
(I can't think)
Cuttin' on my wrist in the booth
Yeah, I'm in my feelings, that's true
Rather be dead or with you
Popped two, three percs
Now I'm floating on the moon
Fuckin' on a thot ain't new
Count a hunnid bands in the room
Thumbin' through the stacks in my True's
Like

Ooh, ooh, ayy yeah yuh, yeah yuh
Yeah yuh, yeah yuh (Hol' up, like)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

I just popped a xan, can't think about you
Cuttin' on my wrist in the booth
Yeah, I'm in my feelings, that's true
Rather be dead or with you
Popped two, three percs
Now I'm floating on the moon
Fuckin' on a thot ain't new
Count a hunnid bands in the room
Thumbin' through the stacks in my True's
Like
I just popped a xan, can't think about you