"St. Petersburg" lyrics

I know a bad lil bitch in Florida, she stay in St. Pete
Her drugs are from Miami, her wine's from Italy
And she cold like Minnesota, but she rare like Mona Lisa
She used to be mine, but I wasn't right for her, and she was wrong for me

And she's terrified of flying
She's never seen the west coast, no, she stays
Right by the gulf, there's something in the salt
She's on a white line diet, and she wakes up in the club
She's afraid to face the giants
And I'd be lying if I wasn't sorry I broke her heart

Sorry I broke your heart
Sorry I broke your heart

Hey looking back, let's be mature about it
Your friends don't really know, they just heard about it
Word of mouth from you
I never got to tell my side of the story
And all my trauma I've been working at it
Have you done the same, I gotta ask?
Like did you finally reach out to your dad?
That was a void that I never could fill for you
I can't imagine baby girl know I feel for you
And maybe that's what got in the way
I was tired of the fighting, you was tired of the pain
We would pray for the sun, but God gave us some rain
And I took that as a sign that we ain't meant to be
Like you could finally be you, and I could finally be me
But every time I think of you, I think

I know a bad lil bitch in Florida, she stay in St. Pete
Her drugs are from Miami, her wine's from Italy
And she cold like Minnesota, but she rare like Mona Lisa
She used to be mine, but I wasn't right for her, and she was wrong for me