Gemini
I was busy out tryna find myself over and over again
Looking for constellations, but I can't see them as well as when we were kids
Fucking light pollution
This new constitution
There's been a revolution
Of the new world
I heard the system's calling
They're giving you a warning
They don't want you doing that no more
Oh Gemini
Please, somebody
Tell me what my stars mean
I'm a Gemini
Please, somebody
Tell me what my stars mean for me
I'm afraid about going too hard or going too far, ay
What do they think about me behind these walls, say
Do you think I'm your friend
Think I'm your boy
Think I'm your man
Oh do I sound too pretentious
Well who gives a fuck in the end
I be hated by niggas
Still fuck on they sisters
And cum on her face
I tell her cum on my face
I got her calling for days
Tell her to come to my place
I got her screaming, she holding on like she afraid
We could be fucking for days
We could be fucking four days
By Friday that girl won't be feeling her legs
She said
I don't care about my dad
I don't care about how he been
I don't care about my mom
I don't even care about my own children
What this is?
I was tripping on glass
Going too fast
I couldn't slow down
Car gonna crash
Don't you feel bad
We ain't speak once
I would've said
I wish you were there
But I didn't want you around
When I come back into town
We'll act like it's all working out
Looking for constellations, but I can't see them as well as when we were kids
Fucking light pollution
This new constitution
There's been a revolution
Of the new world
I heard the system's calling
They're giving you a warning
They don't want you doing that no more
Oh Gemini
Please, somebody
Tell me what my stars mean
I'm a Gemini
Please, somebody
Tell me what my stars mean for me
I'm afraid about going too hard or going too far, ay
What do they think about me behind these walls, say
Do you think I'm your friend
Think I'm your boy
Think I'm your man
Oh do I sound too pretentious
Well who gives a fuck in the end
I be hated by niggas
Still fuck on they sisters
And cum on her face
I tell her cum on my face
I got her calling for days
Tell her to come to my place
I got her screaming, she holding on like she afraid
We could be fucking for days
We could be fucking four days
By Friday that girl won't be feeling her legs
She said
I don't care about my dad
I don't care about how he been
I don't care about my mom
I don't even care about my own children
What this is?
I was tripping on glass
Going too fast
I couldn't slow down
Car gonna crash
Don't you feel bad
We ain't speak once
I would've said
I wish you were there
But I didn't want you around
When I come back into town
We'll act like it's all working out
Credits
Writer(s): A. Glass, Aaron Glass
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