[Intro]
(It cuts)
I know it hurts (Who will survive?)
Yeah, boy

[Chorus]
I'm every
Gone
You have no voice, oh, I know
Safer in my arms than on your knees
I beg you, please
Don't ruin that boy (Level up!)

[Verse]
N***as mad 'cause I got the agua
Top shotta and you know you haffi, take it, take it
Hold a pussy n***a up, I'm at the WAWA
Facedown handgun make you taste it, taste it
Never seen you in the street, you must be fakin', fakin'
And you can't afford a dime, you got no bacon, bacon
And you can't afford my time, we not relatin', 'latin'
Nighttime my time, I been patient, patient
Fuck the old gods, you rocking with the ancient
Black Bret Hart, just left the title vacant
Might take all my collabs off of Tidal when I make it
'Cause all I need is I, so fuck everybody you came with, n***a
(Hyper-Combo Finish!)
[Instrumental Switch]
(—all the way up—)
(—black eyebrows—)
(She's not—)
[Chopped-up singing]
(It cuts)
(Danger!)
[Lights blunt]
It feels good

[Outro]
—not meeting her hand with her lips
Mia brings her hands all the way up
—and is 8 minutes and 58 seconds long
—black eyebrows—
She is on—
—not meeting her hand with her lips
—her mouth all the way
Her right hand holding it at the base
But there is easily room for another hand
He's sitting on the edge of the tub
She's—
—not meeting her hand with her lips
(It cuts)
Mia brings her mouth all the way up
(It cuts)
(Don't you wanna rematch?)
[Instrumental Switch]