Lyrics Tiff - Syn Suitcase

My Ma just text me a little
Saying I hurt her feelings with a song a little
Like I ain't been hurt being left in the middle
Like I ain't been left in dirt alone left with a riddle
Like these hoes ain't play with with me or hurt me like a fiddle
Like Tiff didn't desert me treated me like a dribble
Like come on
Think smart
Think realistically you're a whore who left four kids in the dark
Literally
Came back texting after a park
How considerably
Swing on you like a dart
Rigorously
Hit my own mother as an art
Deliberately
Leave this lady how she hit the cart
I dream minimally
Me and my dad split apart
I felt miserably
We back in connect that's what I want
Hide all sympathy
After it all a message embarks
I insult her liberally
Lil Suitcase to embark
I make this skillfully
Every line from the heart
At a very young age I was told by many I couldn't speak some literacy