Kurt Codeine
Stupid bitch
Get away, your wasting my time and you play me always
I always come back like it's different but, hey
Magnetic someone call a reverend, the biblical words that she speaks has me heading to hell
She holding my hands while we walking, a grin on her face while we talking
A void in my heart and its growing, should I try to acknowledge it?
I wake in the morning, I'm popping shit
I can not stand to see you go around a bitch nigga
I'm dropping him, stopping him, he will not talk again
I'm feeling to manic, my brains having traffic, I'm sad
But this liquor has magic, I'm high in the attic
I'm tripping to hard and my friends drip to fabric, your memories hunting me
But I really want this fooling shit to end
You say you fucking love me but you treat me like a friend
So I don't fucking get it so just beat it in my head
My friends are saying that I'm stupid but I'm feeling fucking dead
I saw you with that fucking other nigga
So Imma cop a bitch, and Imma eat that bitch for dinner
Cause, you know, I, do, not skip, on that forplay
Dribble while she whistle, it's three so let's meet and lets relay
So
Imma fuck you like a whore, or I'll treat you like a princess
Fuck this shit, Imma find my bitch Im gone get that shit
Fuck this shit, Imma find my bitch and Im get her rich
Fuck this shit, end my fucking life did it in a night
Fuck this shit, ion give no fuck, Imma run it up
Get away, your wasting my time and you play me always
I always come back like it's different but, hey
Magnetic someone call a reverend, the biblical words that she speaks has me heading to hell
She holding my hands while we walking, a grin on her face while we talking
A void in my heart and its growing, should I try to acknowledge it?
I wake in the morning, I'm popping shit
I can not stand to see you go around a bitch nigga
I'm dropping him, stopping him, he will not talk again
I'm feeling to manic, my brains having traffic, I'm sad
But this liquor has magic, I'm high in the attic
I'm tripping to hard and my friends drip to fabric, your memories hunting me
But I really want this fooling shit to end
You say you fucking love me but you treat me like a friend
So I don't fucking get it so just beat it in my head
My friends are saying that I'm stupid but I'm feeling fucking dead
I saw you with that fucking other nigga
So Imma cop a bitch, and Imma eat that bitch for dinner
Cause, you know, I, do, not skip, on that forplay
Dribble while she whistle, it's three so let's meet and lets relay
So
Imma fuck you like a whore, or I'll treat you like a princess
Fuck this shit, Imma find my bitch Im gone get that shit
Fuck this shit, Imma find my bitch and Im get her rich
Fuck this shit, end my fucking life did it in a night
Fuck this shit, ion give no fuck, Imma run it up
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Writer(s): Nigel Persad
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