uh’huh’honey* Video (MV)

You really think that I'm looking to argue with you
But it wouldn't do a thing
The vinyl rotating just me and my patience
The crack in the mirror just me and my face split
My knuckles reflecting off it
But you really think that I'm looking to argue with you
What else do you want
By now I know everything is near the end of the month
The crying the final citation
Ruin it for me
I stand on the grey bottle cover
But then you complain when you cut up
Hallucinate too
Enough for the both of us leading to theories
I need to pull over
Polaroid pic with my eyes down
Fulfillment in the blur my own home burnt down
Saw in the slightest
Intentions beating tuition life out
You define me
You're the reason that I kept on rhyming
Open window, drove here perfect timing
Let's bury this hatchet, come sit right beside me
Hours turn minutes, and you turned a Heisman
All that you left was a bottle, Dasani
A sip and another sip, counters the climate
I stare at the water that you left inside of it
Uhuh honey,
If you wanted money, could've kept it coming
Would you keep a coat if it was always sunny
Icicles froze on his nose, it was never runny
And shes humming my music like Kid Cudi
Baby stare in my eyes, i can tell when your bluffing
She call but I answer with Wolf, type of huffing and puffing
Spotty relations like blueberry muffin
Rummage the cupboards
A gun in here somewhere
No matter the matter I'm leaving come
Summer
Italic the stature I feel for your mother
You left her and wanted to go undercover
November too soon
Noticed the noti a yellow balloon
I fall when come fall Monettra could be alive and I wouldn't be knowing at all
Nonetheless honey
I'm hoping you're coming back towards the end of this project
About the money
I'm bringing enough for the both of us to get by driving
Do not out-drug me
The scars on my forearm are healing
I shot up the tar in my Bimmer
2591 fourth st
I don't know where this will lead me
Russian caps and polaroid the cam
I'm a dancing coach so do the running man
Private flights to coach,
What's a rule of thumb when you don't have a hand
Writing the script of Shan-man
Always creating,
I gave you space when I saw you elated
I kept relation like we were related
Psychosis in the panic room
White, everything's bright, smooth all the edges, you let them deprive you
Caught up in all of your divinity, you didn't notice the Judas beside you
You couldn't keep with the pace, and I couldn't keep a level headed mind too
We went together like tried and true
Birth of a punk, and another one
Binge eaters, so gas stations were a second home, pack of Cinnabons
The duality stricken within us serves as all the proof that Aurora could turn us to humble
With a lil buzz and a bumble well count up some bread, a ton, before we take a tumble
I'm fixing my tone to atone