It’s crazy to think you wanted that ‘ride or die’ cred’, cause by the time you realized my worth, someone else was giving me head

Your therapist ain’t able to help since he left you, and to be honest, I don’t feel sorry for the cards that life’s dealt you

You seek validation and failed to think twice, now your friends ain’t your friends anymore, and you wished you followed my advice

My ex prolly telling her new guy that she the prize and I ain’t worth it, he prolly smiling thinking he won at life, but that makes two clowns and one circus

I’m wary of who I trust, cause sugar looks like salt

2026 is gonna be about letting go of all the people who gave me the ick, no more giving clowns in the circus the time of day, can’t let that shit stick

FAMILIAR FACES

FAMILIAR FACES OUT NOW open.spotify.com/album/69d3HmeK…

I cleansed my space with spirits of sage, so you tryna keep this act up? I mean I guess all clowns need a stage.

Pushing 30, yet you act half your age when shit gets rough. Who would’ve thought that being fed with a silver spoon would be so tough.

2026 ain’t gonna be my year, it’s gonna be ours. We all gonna cook, and we all gonna eat.

Getting rid of my dirty laundry, saved my tears for November, can’t ponder on faded memoirs and a life I won’t remember

I’ll promise to do my best, but that means letting go of people who can’t live up to the test, let alone do more with less or understand the difference between a favor and a request

Peace over excitement, I won’t let nothing move me, let alone let distractions or fake indictments

I survived too many storms to be bothered by raindrops

P5 everybody crying

Babymomma with the drama, coulda sworn I had good karma

You showed me your true colors, asking for help to make ends meet, then sexted my ex while you said you were a true brother, don’t come to my kitchen if you can stand heat

SICK 2 MY STOMACH

Manifesting, don’t contest it, but I know that we eating soon, it’s time for blessings