4Ever
Promises are scarier than secrets and no one can tell me otherwise
I said
It's whatever, nothing lasts forever
Gave back her sweater, tryna forget I ever met her
She ask me if I'm good, I tell her I'm never better
She was the fucking devil, she ripped me up out of heaven
YEAH
It's whatever, nothing lasts forever
Gave back her sweater, tryna forget I ever met her
She ask me if I'm good, I tell her I'm never better
She was the fucking devil, she ripped me up out of heaven
I ain't coming back, not a suicide letter
You gotta lose this hold on my heart, we're still tethered
Tryna feel better, but I'm lost in this abyss
I guess you ain't know I was God, little bitch
I like fucking hoes that don't know how to love
I like fucking bitches that just want me for the drugs
I like groupie sluts, throat the dick 'til you throw up
I love my fucking life and I can't fucking get enough
Damn, insane I'm a narcissist
Razor blade, I'ma carve ya bitch
Squad heard you was talking shit
Pull up on him, now his body stiff
2CB, ate a lot of it
Mix it up with the molly, yeah
Couple grips on the Cartier
Had a bad bitch to start the year
But shit, I guess I lost her
New bitch calling me father
Labels calling with offers
I'm not stuck-up, I'm just honest
Now I'm low like a rockstar
Blow with the Wockhardt
Oh, you is not hard
Hoes finna pop bars
It's whatever, nothing lasts forever
Gave back her sweater, tryna forget I ever met her
She ask me if I'm good, I tell her I'm never better
She was the fucking devil, she ripped me up out of heaven
I said
It's whatever, nothing lasts forever
Gave back her sweater, tryna forget I ever met her
She ask me if I'm good, I tell her I'm never better
She was the fucking devil, she ripped me up out of heaven
YEAH
It's whatever, nothing lasts forever
Gave back her sweater, tryna forget I ever met her
She ask me if I'm good, I tell her I'm never better
She was the fucking devil, she ripped me up out of heaven
I ain't coming back, not a suicide letter
You gotta lose this hold on my heart, we're still tethered
Tryna feel better, but I'm lost in this abyss
I guess you ain't know I was God, little bitch
I like fucking hoes that don't know how to love
I like fucking bitches that just want me for the drugs
I like groupie sluts, throat the dick 'til you throw up
I love my fucking life and I can't fucking get enough
Damn, insane I'm a narcissist
Razor blade, I'ma carve ya bitch
Squad heard you was talking shit
Pull up on him, now his body stiff
2CB, ate a lot of it
Mix it up with the molly, yeah
Couple grips on the Cartier
Had a bad bitch to start the year
But shit, I guess I lost her
New bitch calling me father
Labels calling with offers
I'm not stuck-up, I'm just honest
Now I'm low like a rockstar
Blow with the Wockhardt
Oh, you is not hard
Hoes finna pop bars
It's whatever, nothing lasts forever
Gave back her sweater, tryna forget I ever met her
She ask me if I'm good, I tell her I'm never better
She was the fucking devil, she ripped me up out of heaven
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Writer(s): Shiki Xo
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