Nobody wanna talk about it She used to say I'm too dark, habibi She used to say I'm too thick, habibi But even then she was so thin, habibi The signs were all right there So loud but we just couldn't hear She thought she found her way out, habibi And now you wanna talk foul, habibi? Body at the holiday She was never meant to stay We get the keys and look away She hit the block with the fresh paint spinning on some big rims She opened up the suicide doors Looking for a way out Opened up the suicide doors Maybe get away now I'm wishing that I could have done more Maybe show you where the brakes She opened up the suicide doors I just pray that you're okay now I can see her mama with my eyes closed Arms wrapped around her baby for the last time now I remember those first few nights We shared the bed and just cried Middle of a crisis, yeah, we left her alone No passenger to listen, had to drive on her own Blood on her hands, she was riding on chrome Maybe the road she was on was too close to your home All-white Maserati or the Rolls-Royce Phantom found their daughter Leave her body matte black Rolls Phantom Three plus 22 [...] in the rearview Sitting somewhere in the back of the black Rolls Phantom She pull up to the curb She just needed one connection But instead of understanding All she get is bad directions In the tints on the window They just show us our reflections Even though we follow teachers She the one who gave the lesson I was on the mountaintop High up on the school Must have saw you in the summer sunset We're just really missing you There's moments when I'm needing you I'm wishing that you hadn't gone yet I pray, I pray that you're okay