(Scenegirlfanclub)
(Takingnone)
I know I'm complicated
I know I stress you out, it's not okay then (Yeah)
Make everything so terrible
I don't even know you, do you know me at all?
Put a gun to my skull, let a bullet install
I don't ever need you back, I don't need you at all
You think you need me but you don't, all you do is weigh me down
Boutta blow up in a minute
Gotta get my money now, get my money right
Tryna fix my fucking life, problems, I'ma hide
They are not deciding, I've been overwriting
You don't even know me, bro, so how could you despise me?
Boy, I'm on my differеnt shit
On my whipping shit
Boutta blow, I'm crushing shit
I'ma get this shit
Boy, you do not know what to say
You don't know a damn thing
I'ma roll up in the paint and put the gun up to your facе
You are dumb, dumb, dumb like the dumb son
In the dun, dun, dun like I'm Roxanne
Think I know something, I don't know nothing
Dumb little boy, keep the gun on my damn side
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't need you at all, I don't need you at all
I don't need you at all, I don't need you at all
And I know that you don't care
Girl what's rushin' through yo' hair?
There ain't no resting in my chair
Mama said life never fair
If I can't get to the other side
Call me Doza, run it back
I'ma let it blow back
Shotgun hit behind your neck
Racks on, racks in
Hid my money I ain't have no lights on
Rollin' dough it's still the payload
Don't let yo' face show
Suddenly I can't breathe
Talkin' shit I'm gettin' mad
And you a grown-ass man but you suckin' on the tit