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