Slow this down
If it's not too late
I buried myself
Under the weight
Oh, my God
I have come undone
I don't recognize
What I've become (oh, my God, beats, Alex!)
One, two, four, eight, hoes and they multiplate
Don't love them, yeah easy to manipulate
Have a bad bitch in my bed on any day
Home run bitch you better step off the plate
Give me triple topper BK have it your way
Tatted on my hands throwing them at your face
Blue lights behind me, you know I did the race
Don't fucking care took them pills and I know they're laced
Talk to you
When I loved you
I should've told you
When I had the chance
Talk to you
When I loved you
I should've told you
When I had the chance
Slow this down
If it's not too late
I buried myself
Under the weight
Oh, my God
I have come undone
I don't recognize
What I've become (oh, my God, beats, Alex!)
444, 612 yeah, that's my fate
Three years ago I could've made you my date
Grown up now and I know that I'm too late
That pussy though, give it ten out of ten rate
Blue, pink, yellow drinking bottles of Alizé
'Bout that my face don't care what they say
Baby please follow me back to my place
Or we can die and meet at the pearly gates
Talk to you
When I loved you
I should've told you
When I had the chance
Talk to you
When I loved you
I should've told you
When I had the chance
Slow this down
If it's not too late
I buried myself
Under the weight
Oh, my God
I have come undone
I don't recognize
What I've become