April 4: Stop Watching My Snaps

To the girl who keeps watching my Snaps, but won't text me back

These 16 bars are coming straight at you in full, ready to attack

Heartbreaks in silence, no more dialogue for the dead

Ghost are now memories in text message threads

I think of you like the Africa we belong to

I still feel your roots, but the connection is fuzzy

My arms don't extend for your embrace the same

Shoot, I barely glance your way

But still, I see you stay creeping on my stories

Chill