Heart-Shaped Box

Somehow I knew you would leave me this way Somehow I knew you could never, never stay And in the early morning light After a silent peaceful night You took my heart away In my dreams I can see you I can tell you how I feel In my dreams I can hold you And it feels so real And I still feel the pain I still feel your love I still feel the pain I still feel your love

Left wrist white, it's the Patek Bad white bitch with a fatty Smokin' on cookies from granny Pocket rocket, go go gadget I make a play, Madden I know it was some speculation 'bout who the one But we invented the dabbin Fuck it, we just let 'em have it Draco for niggas with static I can do magic and make me a rabbit With usin' my karats Gelato package, I'm drinkin on Actavis, expensive habits Yellow bitch, Pikachu Cameltoe peekin' at you

my tears falling down as I try to forget Her love was a joke from the day that we met All of the words, all of her men All of my pain when I think back to when Remember her hair as it shone in the sun The smell of the bed when I knew what she'd done Tell yourself over and over, you won't ever need her again

Yeah, niggas know we drop explosions (boom) Kill a nigga quiet, no commotions (shh) Really rich with no promotion (really rich) YSL, lil' bitch, we loaded (slatt) Vibe with some views of the ocean (vibes) Drivin' the coupe like it's stolen (skrrt) East to the west, I'm just coastin' (just coastin') Ease all the stress with the potion (slatt)

Pass-pass-pass, the mothafuckin' Swisher, pour some motherfuckin' liquor For my motherfuckin' niggas who ain't wit' us, keep it trilla' For my gold teeth, my french braids, getting throwed since 10th grade Wealth is in the mind, not the pocket, if that's the case, then I been paid Herringbone chain, my gold frames, my Cartiers, you small change You bitch made, I'm old school, like gem stars and switchblades I spit game, I get paid, a pimp game I bet I be that pretty motherfucker, A$AP is just my nickname 'Cause that purp shit I sip up, your bitch chose, you slipped up I get-get my dick licked, I'm draped out, drip-dripped up Top of the top of the line, all on my grind, purple be easin' my mind

I've been in this club too long The woman that I would try Is happy with a good guy But I've been drinking so much That I'ma call her anyway and say Fuck that nigga that you love so bad I know you still think about the times we had I say fuck that nigga that you think you found And since you picked up I know he's not around, oh-oh I'm just saying you could do better Tell me, have you heard that lately? I'm just saying you could do better