Trouble

Mean girl, shy boy, this shit meaning trouble
Lets see how long this flavor last, call it dubble bubble
I been buried in debris, shit i came out the rubble
Roses lookin white and black, whats my new skin tone?

I need more answers on my test, now tell me why im slackin
Dont need no eyes, just gimme one, now call me samuel jackson
Cant move my eyes off of the prize, might get an eye infection
Runnin off my spot, shoot the shot, fuck i need attention
Could give some roses, couple candies and some couple kisses
But when i see her comin up all i hear is bitchin
Is it 12 oclock? damn its time for you to do your witchin
Shoulders fucking frozen, gordon ramsays in the fucking kitchen

Im runnin off without a trace, i wonder whos to blame?
They post a picture, she gon tweet it, now im stuck in shame
Im fucking cancelled, cant you speak? bitch stop saying oop
I think i love you but i dont, im fuckin sick of you
Im fucking sick and tired, get off of that pedestal
This shits hilarious, this dm shit is terrible
Cant we get straight to the point man fuck your bullshittin
Im sick and tired of the way that this whole thing fit in



Credits
Writer(s): John Andrew Dizon
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link