Jokes on You - Denace

You did a lot to me

But luckily I kept my sanity through it all

Reality’s I proved you wrong

You were a liar, so now I’m movin' on

And you’re stuck in a position

Where you hate your reflection

And I predicted every thang before it came to fruition

Just a flame in the distance, picture frame, no existence

All the games that consisted

Of fireplay just convinced me, to reconsider the picture painted was tainted,

suspicious

And I can never go back to that shit

I’ll never spark interest, no matter the matches

All I wanna do is lay spread out on a mattress

All by myself, I don’t care how great the catch is

Do you know what it’s like

To be woven so tight

You can’t open your arms

To love a hoe in your sight?

'Cause I do and I’ma live alone in this life

I’ma die alone too, holdin' this mic

I don’t wanna play games, it’s over

This has been gone since October

And now we’re marching into April

The joke’s on you, and I hope it’s fatal

I don’t wanna play games, it’s over

This has been gone since October

And now we’re marching into April

The joke’s on you, and I hope it’s fatal

How many times do I gotta say this, in the same cadence

That’s it’s over and we’ll remain strangers

I closed the chapter, burned the pages

'Cause I kept gettin' paper cuts

You’ll never have my child, 'cause I never gave a fuck

You ain’t a friend, a girlfriend, a bad one

I remember the days back when I had one

And that one was like a Magnum handgun

Aimed at the back of my head, and held me for ransom

You were a nightmare, that gave me these nightsweats

Dressed in a white dress, oppressive, and I’m stressed

The questions that I get, too many to digest

I shoulda studied harder, it feels like my night test

The evil inside just, comes out you in times since

This is just toxic, you don’t need a seeing iris

To see through the lies, that you recite while you cry tears

This is virus, that’ll just kill us, so bye, bitch!

I don’t wanna play games, it’s over

This has been gone since October

And now we’re marching into April

The joke’s on you, and I hope it’s fatal

I don’t wanna play games, it’s over

This has been gone since October

And now we’re marching into April

The joke’s on you, and I hope it’s fatal

Yet to come…