Shorty Don't Know Me
Shorty don't know me
She just wanna show me
Don't know that these hoes wanna own me
They addicted to me like I am codeine
Fucked up
I got problems in my head
For whatever reason my brain wants me dead
I miss you love
That's what she said
Makes me wanna blow my brains till all I see is red
I'll probably burn probably burn probably burn yeah
Worshipped Satan but got nothing in return yeah
Sold my soul for the sadness to return yeah
Want my fame so now it is my turn yeah
Back up back up, now it's on
Can't talk to you cause I'm writing her a song
I know its wrong
Went on for too long
Don't wanna hurt you so I'll try to stay strong yeah
Shorty don't know me
She just wanna show me
Don't know that these hoes wanna own me
They addicted to me like I am codeine
Fucked up
I got problems in my head
For whatever reason my brain wants me dead
I miss you love
That's what she said
Makes me wanna blow my brains till all I see is red
Devil tryna tempt me
Tryna cop a Bentley
Feeling like the Devil sent me
to crash and burn I'm empty
If you really know the reverend then you know that I am real
Got nothing to loose so I'm not afraid to kill
I'm in my feels, I know you know how it feels
Tryna make a deal
Swerving one hand on the wheel
Shorty don't know me
She just wanna show me
Don't know that these hoes wanna own me
They addicted to me like I am codeine
Fucked up
I got problems in my head
For whatever reason my brain wants me dead
I miss you love
That's what she said
Makes me wanna blow my brains till all I see is red
She just wanna show me
Don't know that these hoes wanna own me
They addicted to me like I am codeine
Fucked up
I got problems in my head
For whatever reason my brain wants me dead
I miss you love
That's what she said
Makes me wanna blow my brains till all I see is red
I'll probably burn probably burn probably burn yeah
Worshipped Satan but got nothing in return yeah
Sold my soul for the sadness to return yeah
Want my fame so now it is my turn yeah
Back up back up, now it's on
Can't talk to you cause I'm writing her a song
I know its wrong
Went on for too long
Don't wanna hurt you so I'll try to stay strong yeah
Shorty don't know me
She just wanna show me
Don't know that these hoes wanna own me
They addicted to me like I am codeine
Fucked up
I got problems in my head
For whatever reason my brain wants me dead
I miss you love
That's what she said
Makes me wanna blow my brains till all I see is red
Devil tryna tempt me
Tryna cop a Bentley
Feeling like the Devil sent me
to crash and burn I'm empty
If you really know the reverend then you know that I am real
Got nothing to loose so I'm not afraid to kill
I'm in my feels, I know you know how it feels
Tryna make a deal
Swerving one hand on the wheel
Shorty don't know me
She just wanna show me
Don't know that these hoes wanna own me
They addicted to me like I am codeine
Fucked up
I got problems in my head
For whatever reason my brain wants me dead
I miss you love
That's what she said
Makes me wanna blow my brains till all I see is red
Credits
Writer(s): Connor Balderaz
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