I really, really wanna forget your name
But my speakers still spit it in 808s
I really, really scraped your face off my phone
Still taste your Venmo on my tongue like chrome
I really, really fucked that clone in your hoodie
She moaned the same, but the drip wasn’t goody
I really, really pray my mom skips the playlist
Last time she heard “bitch” she almost sacramented
I really, really swear this spliff ain’t about you
Till the ash curls a heart and ghosts it right through
I really, really mean it—no, really—
But “really” dies quick when the room goes chilly