Jigsaw
Damn, young bitch, got her pissed off
Told her slide through like a Rolex wrist watch
Only call me up when you sauced off Christoph
Stay in the dark while the lights gettin' switched off
Take a few pills when you ready for lift off
Play a few games with your brain, call me Jigsaw
Say I'm insane but you sit and complain
Saying this shit is so hard to maintain
What do you need
I do not need this
It's falling to pieces
The temperature reaches a hundred degrees
Light this this weed like a Christmas tree
And leave me be, don't need
Me to see you leaving me
Cause you don't have the decency
Always try deceiving me
You think you'll never equal me
Yeah, this bitch is dramatic
I had a habit
And this bitch attached to all the fucking static
Fake as plastic
And I had to subtract it
Dividing the quotient, I'm talking mathematics
I'm living a tragedy, life is so tragic
She play with my Johnson, I'm feeling like magic
Damn, young bitch, got her pissed off
Told her slide through like a Rolex wrist watch
Only call me up when you sauced off Christoph
Stay in the dark while the lights gettin' switched off
Take a few pills when you ready for lift off
Play a few games with your brain, call me Jigsaw
Told her slide through like a Rolex wrist watch
Only call me up when you sauced off Christoph
Stay in the dark while the lights gettin' switched off
Take a few pills when you ready for lift off
Play a few games with your brain, call me Jigsaw
Say I'm insane but you sit and complain
Saying this shit is so hard to maintain
What do you need
I do not need this
It's falling to pieces
The temperature reaches a hundred degrees
Light this this weed like a Christmas tree
And leave me be, don't need
Me to see you leaving me
Cause you don't have the decency
Always try deceiving me
You think you'll never equal me
Yeah, this bitch is dramatic
I had a habit
And this bitch attached to all the fucking static
Fake as plastic
And I had to subtract it
Dividing the quotient, I'm talking mathematics
I'm living a tragedy, life is so tragic
She play with my Johnson, I'm feeling like magic
Damn, young bitch, got her pissed off
Told her slide through like a Rolex wrist watch
Only call me up when you sauced off Christoph
Stay in the dark while the lights gettin' switched off
Take a few pills when you ready for lift off
Play a few games with your brain, call me Jigsaw
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Writer(s): Christian Pino
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