Coraline lyrics

[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins]
Told her "you could never get fined enough, shi"
"He could be blind, any man could see that you're fine as hell"
Outta my sight, outta my mind
Never gave a f*ck, anybody can tell
I ain't gotta duck, shoot your shot
Deep fade away, all they touched was the air
Now a n*gga duck and the wild goose chase
[?], and I don't even know the player
But I keep sh*t played, [?] she was drunk off that
Trampoline dreams [?]
While I'm still tryna hit a home run off bat
She wanna get dug out, she ain't never make it on base
Feel like I gotta make another casе
On why she could really get thе f*ck out my face
Slickest flows, she trippin now
Had the nerve to say I miss you now, b*tch, you wishing now
You don't even know you dissing now
All you know is she's getting dissonant
All a n*gga know my b*tches it
All a n*gga know these b*tches ain't

[Chorus: Ben Beal]
You keep making faces
Tryna hold this conversation
All these games are getting harder to play
I notice all those subtle trepidations
Been a blunt to separation, f*ck it
I'd rather wander than chase
[Verse 2: Ben Beal]
I got this cloud that's been following me around
When I grow that sh*t hold me down
f*ck a job and just doing sh*t, hope that it's working out
And look how that's working now
You turn to ignore me the second we talking again
The problem is constantly, probably Ben
Watching cartoons with a girl I just met
Ankle deep, stuck in the drying cement, oh wow
Hope I make it out
Blank face forward, face the crowd
Used to stress on every single sentence
Now it's plenty seconds in a strangers house
That's how changed I was in California
Pumping visitation at the bishop borders
We don't cut to the chase but we snip the corners
I'm on tour, find somebody else to torture
Yeah

[Chorus: Ben Beal]
You keep making faces
Tryna hold this conversation
All these games are getting harder to play
I notice all those subtle trepidations
Been a blunt to separation, f*ck it
I'd rather wander than chase
[Verse 3: REASON]
Yeah, yeah
Why you actin like there's no more passion
We had summer flings, we had wedding dances
Gave you first impressions, gave you second chances
You ain't different teams, I was so romantic, what
Thought that you would be here to the better year
Tell em' all about us, that's a bit of trip
Homegirls told you you should leave a n*gga
sh*t, I always told you you need better friends
I do
sh*t, words that I thought that I would say to you one day
Maybe on a Sunday
Maybe on a beach with our toes in the sand
Fell in love, that's never where I told you to land
Now a n*gga made it on the road to the fans
Rapping songs about how to never give a ho a chance
Telling all the people that admire my star
Bout' how f*cking toxic and bitter you are
Maybe that's just my reflection talking, sh*t
Maybe I need to let go of thoughts of Stacy
And maybe a should get a erections often
Got to your friends DM's to f*ck with all of em
It's funny how use fake names like Stacy
To never give you clout, you can guess the targets
Trade feelings for f*cks, the best of bargains
Get famous di*k til the next to offer
If we're being real, look, I always stuck around
Because you do the double hand thing the best of all of em, wait
That make me feel like it's real
I can tell that you don't but I feel like you care
Soon as I finish I realize why a never wanted you stay
But I needed you then
I just did a whole verse to tell that I love
How you do it when I'm playing with your hair
REASON
[Chorus: Ben Beal]
You keep making faces
Tryna hold this conversation
All these games are getting harder to play
I notice all those subtle trepidations
Been a blunt to separation, f*ck it
I'd rather wander than chase