Xoxo
Yeah
Sitting at home with a bottle and a blunt
Got two bitches
One model and a slut
When you all alone
It's not enough
Still the fucking man
My God is tough
Sitting at home with a bottle and a blunt
Got two bitches
One model and a slut
When you all alone
It's not enough
Still the fucking man
My God is tough
Lost my new family
Fucking with my old one
I don't back down, fold, or duck from no one
I was going through Hell
You ain't show love
And I didn't need to get stabbed again
Just to go numb woah
I just wanna know hun (Ugh)
Who left you so broken (Ugh)
You was wetter then the motherfucking ocean
Act like you didn't cum
And there was no emotion
Our chemistry was on another level
Then it plateaued
Meanwhile I was still at war back home
Freedom fighters whose love for the people
Would carry them
I'm looking at you Celia
Like I was Castro
(Out of my zone)
Mentally deficient
Like I was fishing for division
Screaming what the fuck
Is you missing with the Mrs.
I was in the kitchen
Mixing with different women
Until the bowl it cracked
And I became the addiction their kicking
That ain't a metaphor for cheating
I ain't never even wanna beat it
I ain't even really that conceited
I ain't even really that conceited
All I'm really saying is
You gotta check your people's faces during huddles
And find out if they're riding
Or just complacent
See you gotta figure out what game they're really playing
Cuz when they on the line
Will they stand strong
Or just cave in
See I love you
But I hate this
I know you got a couple of snakes in
That beautiful garden of yours
Has been tainted
I know it takes time
And I'd hate to call the Devine
Time wasted
Mind racing
You the apple of my eye
And it's life changing
Bit into the forbidden fruit
Of your love
It's so juicy juicy
And hydrating
But for now I'm
Sitting at home with a bottle and a blunt
Got two bitches
One model and a slut
When you all alone
It's not enough
Still the fucking man
My God is tough
Sitting at home with a bottle and a blunt
Got two bitches
One model and a slut
When you all alone
It's not enough
Still the fucking man
My God is tough
Carrying the pieces till my back broke
Carrying the pieces till my back broke
I love you
It's okay
You ain't have to love me back tho
It's okay
You ain't have to love me back tho
Sitting at home with a bottle and a blunt
Got two bitches
One model and a slut
When you all alone
It's not enough
Still the fucking man
My God is tough
Sitting at home with a bottle and a blunt
Got two bitches
One model and a slut
When you all alone
It's not enough
Still the fucking man
My God is tough
Lost my new family
Fucking with my old one
I don't back down, fold, or duck from no one
I was going through Hell
You ain't show love
And I didn't need to get stabbed again
Just to go numb woah
I just wanna know hun (Ugh)
Who left you so broken (Ugh)
You was wetter then the motherfucking ocean
Act like you didn't cum
And there was no emotion
Our chemistry was on another level
Then it plateaued
Meanwhile I was still at war back home
Freedom fighters whose love for the people
Would carry them
I'm looking at you Celia
Like I was Castro
(Out of my zone)
Mentally deficient
Like I was fishing for division
Screaming what the fuck
Is you missing with the Mrs.
I was in the kitchen
Mixing with different women
Until the bowl it cracked
And I became the addiction their kicking
That ain't a metaphor for cheating
I ain't never even wanna beat it
I ain't even really that conceited
I ain't even really that conceited
All I'm really saying is
You gotta check your people's faces during huddles
And find out if they're riding
Or just complacent
See you gotta figure out what game they're really playing
Cuz when they on the line
Will they stand strong
Or just cave in
See I love you
But I hate this
I know you got a couple of snakes in
That beautiful garden of yours
Has been tainted
I know it takes time
And I'd hate to call the Devine
Time wasted
Mind racing
You the apple of my eye
And it's life changing
Bit into the forbidden fruit
Of your love
It's so juicy juicy
And hydrating
But for now I'm
Sitting at home with a bottle and a blunt
Got two bitches
One model and a slut
When you all alone
It's not enough
Still the fucking man
My God is tough
Sitting at home with a bottle and a blunt
Got two bitches
One model and a slut
When you all alone
It's not enough
Still the fucking man
My God is tough
Carrying the pieces till my back broke
Carrying the pieces till my back broke
I love you
It's okay
You ain't have to love me back tho
It's okay
You ain't have to love me back tho
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Writer(s): Trudell Dunkley-johnson
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