Chop God
I see you reaching out
You cant help me
Can you tell me where we going baby I cant read a sign
My fingertips are turning blue I cant hold on longer to you
And you keep telling me your mine but baby I don't think its true
She like whoa oh oh yeah this a different side of you
Im like whoa oh yeah girl your true colors are bleeding through
Oh oh oh
I wish it wasn't how it is but I cant take it back
Remove myself from everything i'm somehow still attached
I don't want no wedding ring and I cant deal with that
Always lying to my face when I just want the facts
Feel like dancing with the devil but we just playing tag
Walking with my head down
Im missing my friend now
Some nights I just cry myself to sleep when theres no one around
Don't want no one to notice me or think that i'm the clown
I already know it I don't need yo ass to help me out
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Ah ah ah oh oh oh oh oh
Im boutta crash out
I don't wanna crash out
Im boutta crash out
I don't wanna crash out
Chop God
Yeah zip tied, keep my heart together
You like to waste time when I get over obsessed
Get high to forget about a flight I gotta take next
Get a rush when you hate on me and send texts to my friends
Yeah I like when you fuck up and lose all your connections
Its just how it happens baby
Sit on the rooftop watch the cigarettes crush hours
You only five seven how the fuck could you get more shallow
Plus your anemic so you really gotta keep your shit balanced
Out of control now
Breaking shit in your own house
Pretty face with a bad mouth
With your friends getting blacked out
It don't matter what we say now
My phone at like eight percent now
I hope it die and you freak out
I got your texts turning green now