FmL
(Intro)
Looking at the other me Mowry
There's 2 parts to my story
I see things more clearer, staring at love in the mirror (Yeah)

(Verse)
Yeah my life's a bitch and she turns out to be a nudist
The way she fucks me over like I'm such an opportunist
I need her in my world not like I can call an Uber
Seducer collide with the thoughts of a peculiar schooler
I allow myself to take advantage of it recklessly
Potentially with rarity, presently remedy no recipe
This can't be real like a parody
Carefully I'm mapping out prosperity(damn)
Never minding advertising what I be fantasizing
Visualizing the painting of what hid inside me sacrificing
The care of others criticizing
Committing always tried to fit in, bigger picture I'm now realizing
FmL
Acronym to liquor, drunk in love, hangover sicker
Plot thicker, figure shivers
I'm coming hard with what she wants delivered
I know views may be differed
But we both injured so it won't sell (fuck it)
FmL (yeah)
We all got it like a mama birthed karma
Like l gotcha with the drama run no comma
Mine at the bottom vodka bottle digging fossil
Grovel in a brothel, Lucille models my eyes goggled
Label me taking gambles, my mind in shambles
Giving this shit business, killing shit no witness
Not going overboard cuz that will dismiss us
So I scored over the kiss of my abyss
From a Jedi to a Sith, tapped into my vibe
And I just expressed to submit the things I'm down to commit
For pain I display humor to remit like 50 shades she on that kinky shit
Slaves to each other she choking in my whip
I'm bending her over to get a grip
Hennything is possible after I take a sip
Used to mime now I chime
I conformed now out of line
Cloud before me like a nine
Seen it coming like a sign
Mind rewind digging thru the attic
His that classic that's that static
And she enticed so fuck my life