[Intro] Yeah Half gone, half here Red flags on my rearview Listen [Verse 1] Met her at the Chevron Hand on my chest, said “you next, son” Pretty like a promise with a death wish Eyes said “run,” but my pride said “bet this” (yeah) She was sweet tea, cyanide kiss Told me, “Baby, you ain’t built for this” Kept receipts in a Bible in the glovebox Tat my name right over her tear drops Arguin’ on the porch ‘til the porch light dim Neighbors heard my name more than I heard Him She threw my phone at my face, said, “You mine or you gone?” I heard a siren in her tone [Chorus] These girls and these games feel suicidal Love me, then they pray on my downfall, rival Say “ride or die,” then they cut my brakes If this is what love is, how much can a heart take? Got scars on my arms from the wrong embraces Voices in my head wearin’ all they faces Every “I’m yours” turnin’ homicidal These females and bad romance feel suicidal [Verse 2] She postin’ thirst traps, I’m in a thirst trap Scrollin’ through her page like a relapse Every heart she farmed, every like, every DM I was tryna be the one, she was buildin’ a museum Another one, meet her on a Sunday Talkin’ ‘bout God, but she livin’ like a gunplay Hit me with the “baby, you’re the only one I trust” Six weeks later, I’m the name she cuss (damn) She knew my secrets, how my brother almost ended it How I kept a razor in a box by the medicine Then she weaponized every word that I ever said Turned “I love you” to “you better off dead” [Chorus] These girls and these games feel suicidal Love me, then they pray on my downfall, rival Say “ride or die,” then they cut my brakes If this is what love is, how much can a heart take? Got scars on my arms from the wrong embraces Voices in my head wearin’ all they faces Every “I’m yours” turnin’ homicidal These females and bad romance feel suicidal [Bridge] Text say “pull up,” but my gut say “don’t” Mama say “leave,” but my pride say “won’t” (nah) Every time I stay, I get closer to the edge Kissin’ on a heartbreak, dancin’ with a ledge [Chorus] These girls and these games feel suicidal Love me, then they pray on my downfall, rival Say “ride or die,” then they cut my brakes If this is what love is, how much can a heart take? Got scars on my arms from the wrong embraces Voices in my head wearin’ all they faces Every “I’m yours” turnin’ homicidal These females and bad romance feel suicidal

rap, Dark trap beat with eerie bell loop and trunk-rattling low end; half-raspy male vocals up close and dry in the verses, hook opens with stacked, slightly detuned harmonies. Sparse piano stabs in the second half to underline the suicidal edge; ad-libs drenched in reverb answering key lines. Slow head-nod tempo, kicks hit like body blows, mix leaves heavy space for the vocal to cut through., hip hop

Red Flags on My Rearview