Stolen Hearts (Thanos) - Supa Bwe

She let me fuck, stole her heart

Shorty asked what’s in my cup, stolen hearts

Popped a Xan, throw it up, broke my heart

I got soldiers in the cut, stolen hearts

Used to pull up on the thots in stolen cars

Now I pull up just to stunt, stole her heart

Blue faces all I wanted from the start

Thousand Xanny in the freezer, frozen bars

I got all my jewelry on, frozen arm

Feel like Mega Man, rockets on my arms

Pocket rocket, pop ya mans, walk it off

Niggas feminine, y’all should knock it off

Pull up on my block, if you want

Pourin' up a 4 of the wok

I don’t want that hoe, do what I want

Niggas feminine, y’all should knock it off

Shawty stole my number, hit my phone, I don’t pick it up

Why you mad bro?

I don’t want yo' hoe, but she thick as fuck

He say he gone pull up, bitch pull up, I don’t give a fuck

And I got some soldiers in the cut, they don’t give a fuck

Shawty keep on looking through my phone, I don’t give a fuck

Had to cop a crush to pour a 4, I don’t give a fuck

Lil' bit of Molly in my cup, I don’t give a fuck

And I got some soldiers in the cut, they don’t give a fuck

She let me fuck, stole her heart

Shorty asked what’s in my cup, stolen hearts

Popped a Xan, throw it up, broke my heart

I got soldiers in the cut, stolen hearts

She let me fuck, stole her heart

Shorty asked what’s in my cup, stolen hearts

Popped a Xan, throw it up, broke my heart

I got soldiers in the cut, stolen hearts

(lyric after lyric, watch the sun go down)

I hate going outside not because, I feel like I’m better than anyone else or

I’m just like, «too much» or «too cool» to socialize, none of that shit.

It’s really just an existential crisis.

It’s hard to coexist with people who

value a materialistic, false world, who live behind a fourth fucking wall.

I just feel like we’re all fucked!

I’m a lonely titan, lonely tyrant, lonely migrant, lonely

I was born on Titan, born on Titan, I was born on Titan

I been all around the world

All around the galaxy

Slowly we unfurl

Slaves to our mortality

I be too anxious to come outside.

I be…

Too uncomfortable to have myself out here with all these…

Fu-ass individuals!

These… goofies!

These… basic

Fucking impulse chasers!

These hedonists!

I… I'm not apart of this shit.

I’m not with these niggas

Socializing with people who don’t… function the same way, who like…

Who value this fucking existence, bro

You fools

(HOW DO I RECONCILE WITH THESE FEELINGS!?)