White Tee
I spilled wine all on my white tee, bitches like me
Corpse you off the deep end, well bitch I might be
These girls they tryna blind me, fuck out my life please
I ain't got no time if you ain't beside me
Get up 7 a.m., but I haven't slept in days
Acid on my vocals, that's the price I gotta pay
Karma tryna rob me, all up on me, fuck away
Death always upon me when I come up out the shade
What you tryna say, huh?
What you tryna say?
Oh, you love me and you miss me? Yeah, I get it, that's okay
Reluctantly I get you, but you know it ain't the same
Once you fuck me over, no do overs, we don't play
I spilled wine all on my white tee, bitches like me
Corpse you off the deep end, well bitch I might be
These girls they tryna blind me, fuck out my life please
I ain't got no time, if you ain't beside me
Nine lives on eight cat bitches, seven witches from the six
Five are tryna find me, wanna fly out for the dick
Three times a boyfriend tried me, had to tell them they ain't shit
One be blowin' up my phone, tryna fight me for a bitch
Don't follow me baby, swear I'm going to hell
Think I'm looking for a piece of you in somebody else
'Cause ever since I've been leaving, I'm fucked up on something else
We just hook up on the weekend, I keep her up on the shelf
I spilled wine all on my white tee, bitches like me
Corpse you off the deep end, well bitch I might be
These girls they tryna blind me, fuck out my life please
I ain't got no time, if you ain't beside me
Corpse you off the deep end, well bitch I might be
These girls they tryna blind me, fuck out my life please
I ain't got no time if you ain't beside me
Get up 7 a.m., but I haven't slept in days
Acid on my vocals, that's the price I gotta pay
Karma tryna rob me, all up on me, fuck away
Death always upon me when I come up out the shade
What you tryna say, huh?
What you tryna say?
Oh, you love me and you miss me? Yeah, I get it, that's okay
Reluctantly I get you, but you know it ain't the same
Once you fuck me over, no do overs, we don't play
I spilled wine all on my white tee, bitches like me
Corpse you off the deep end, well bitch I might be
These girls they tryna blind me, fuck out my life please
I ain't got no time, if you ain't beside me
Nine lives on eight cat bitches, seven witches from the six
Five are tryna find me, wanna fly out for the dick
Three times a boyfriend tried me, had to tell them they ain't shit
One be blowin' up my phone, tryna fight me for a bitch
Don't follow me baby, swear I'm going to hell
Think I'm looking for a piece of you in somebody else
'Cause ever since I've been leaving, I'm fucked up on something else
We just hook up on the weekend, I keep her up on the shelf
I spilled wine all on my white tee, bitches like me
Corpse you off the deep end, well bitch I might be
These girls they tryna blind me, fuck out my life please
I ain't got no time, if you ain't beside me
Credits
Writer(s): John David Patrick Humphrey, Jackson Greenberg
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