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I met a girl who made me feel like I was the king of the world
I met a girl who told me I was god and that I was her world
I fucked that girl put my dick in her pussy and she came like multiple times
But I fucked it up 'cause I'm always the problem and I can't go back in time
I don't give fuck about nobody else
I steady fuck with just me and myself
Bitches gon' stunt about none but they wealth
I give a fuck about none but my health
Eskimo killing 'em Eskimo killing 'em
Eskimo bury 'em deep in the dirt
Stomach is rumbling addies and Ritalin
Nothing but 'phetamines under my shirt
Told that bitch to get back I'm so sick of life
Burn my bridges what's the point I ain't trying to fight
Put that bill up to my nose and stay awake tonight
Feeling nothing in my brain and I don't feel alright
I heard a knock at the door but I keep that shit locked so of course I ignored
Why in the fuck would I answer when you don't got shit for me I would be bored
Hold up lil homie I don't know his name so he ain't walking in through my door
I don't know why you thought I would be ok with randoms all up in my home
I don't put codeine inside my drink bitch I put gasoline
I don't fuck with opps or 12 bitch save that for the streets
Im just trying to get my dick sucked by a gothic freak
I don't worship satan anymore I be at peace
Do another line of something off of my bitch titties
Hold up woadie you don't fucking want more gasoline?
You been smoking mids this whole time are you kidding me
I don't even smoke lil bitch you dumb as fuck and cheap
I met a girl who told me I was god and that I was her world
I fucked that girl put my dick in her pussy and she came like multiple times
But I fucked it up 'cause I'm always the problem and I can't go back in time
I don't give fuck about nobody else
I steady fuck with just me and myself
Bitches gon' stunt about none but they wealth
I give a fuck about none but my health
Eskimo killing 'em Eskimo killing 'em
Eskimo bury 'em deep in the dirt
Stomach is rumbling addies and Ritalin
Nothing but 'phetamines under my shirt
Told that bitch to get back I'm so sick of life
Burn my bridges what's the point I ain't trying to fight
Put that bill up to my nose and stay awake tonight
Feeling nothing in my brain and I don't feel alright
I heard a knock at the door but I keep that shit locked so of course I ignored
Why in the fuck would I answer when you don't got shit for me I would be bored
Hold up lil homie I don't know his name so he ain't walking in through my door
I don't know why you thought I would be ok with randoms all up in my home
I don't put codeine inside my drink bitch I put gasoline
I don't fuck with opps or 12 bitch save that for the streets
Im just trying to get my dick sucked by a gothic freak
I don't worship satan anymore I be at peace
Do another line of something off of my bitch titties
Hold up woadie you don't fucking want more gasoline?
You been smoking mids this whole time are you kidding me
I don't even smoke lil bitch you dumb as fuck and cheap
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Writer(s): Amos Caudill
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