You know the type you always find at the Mac store
Tryna coverup the real her, cuz her past sore
Never, giving herself credit, like a bad score
Showing up to a party, already looking for the back door
Saying this the last war, "every night’s a battle field"
Smokes for distraction, drinks until she can't feel
Mad real feelings, talking, headache, no advil
Heart on an anvil, cold as black steel
Only had him for a minute, miss her dad still
Still carries around his broken armor and his cracked shield
Heard he had some rap skills, then he got that deal
To take him from Pop, and make him pop, like he had pills
Rarely every saw him again, except for birthdays
Where’d he go her every day scenario, the worst case
Every Sunday, seeing how much sin, can one church take
First place, in my book, still I give her, her space
Her troubled past, coming back, like a thunder crash
Thought she found Love at last cuz he had her touching cash
None to pack, cuz he knew he'd find another, (summers back)
Running fast, life in the drain, no plumber crack
Under that, weight he couldn't wait to set the record straight
Too many pieces on the board, tryna checkmate
Still she thought back, way back up on their second date
When she let him lay her on her back, no let's wait
Too late. Can't choose fate, that's a true state
-ment never meant to be the reason that you lose faith
Moods fake, still she say love me what a cruel play
Rules break, karma coming back at a new rate
Hard to contain her emotions like a soup plate
Plus her love spilled under the table, at a group rate
Never helped, that her young body, finally grew cake
Didn't know the dad, shit she barely knew her due date
Used to the abuse but its getting hard to deny the beating
Her life repeating since Batman was Michael Keaton
Her pain so painfully obvious swear the blind can see it
She fell for me, simply 'cause I was kind and decent
And I ain't lying cheating leaving every night and evening
Plus I'm kinda seasoned on a mission with a rhyme and reason
If she knew her father, I’d be honored with a mind to meet him
But she told me... I have you... so I don’t need him
DEF davyne (pronounced divine) is an Oregon based Hip Hop artist that is known for his verbal dexterity, gymnastic delivery, intricate rhyme schemes, and emotional storytelling.
Razor-sharp bars on love and luxury from the Oakland-based rapper, a founding member of hip-hop collective Hieroglyphics. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 15, 2023
Born in the Bay, raised in the UK, and living in LA, Dee brings myriad styles to an LP featuring Thes One and Denitia & Sene. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 29, 2015