Nothing Personal
Flower child
Oh, you blossomed
& Now you're grown
Heard you a freak
In the sheets
Your covers blown
Be smoking blunts
While on Molly
A Rolling Stone
She blame it on the world
But she do it on her own
She a
Bad thing
Yeah I found her in the city
She don't got no friends
So she loves it
When she with me
Nothing Personal
I heard you been
Soul searching
So if you continue hurting
Just know that nobodies perfect
Nothing Personal
It gets worse you know
I wrote this verse for you
Nothing personal
It gets worse you know
I wrote this verse for you
A lot of ladies
Bagging niggas
For the Lexus
What you gon do
When he drops you
For a Lexus
You sending texts
He already on the next
He ignoring your calls
& He left your ass on read
Now all you got is regret
Tried to cuff him with the sex
Cause you lack the brains
& You do not got a check
Now your credit cards in debt
Cause you steady tryna flex
They just kicked you out your condo
& They'll take the Lexus next
Nothing Personal
It gets worse you know
I wrote this verse for you
Nothing personal
It gets worse you know
I wrote this verse for you
(I wrote this verse for you)
Nothing Personal
It gets worse you know
I wrote this verse for you
(You, you, you, you, you)
Nothing personal
It gets worse you know
I wrote this verse for you
(You, you, you, you, you)
(I wrote this verse for you
For you
For you)
Oh, you blossomed
& Now you're grown
Heard you a freak
In the sheets
Your covers blown
Be smoking blunts
While on Molly
A Rolling Stone
She blame it on the world
But she do it on her own
She a
Bad thing
Yeah I found her in the city
She don't got no friends
So she loves it
When she with me
Nothing Personal
I heard you been
Soul searching
So if you continue hurting
Just know that nobodies perfect
Nothing Personal
It gets worse you know
I wrote this verse for you
Nothing personal
It gets worse you know
I wrote this verse for you
A lot of ladies
Bagging niggas
For the Lexus
What you gon do
When he drops you
For a Lexus
You sending texts
He already on the next
He ignoring your calls
& He left your ass on read
Now all you got is regret
Tried to cuff him with the sex
Cause you lack the brains
& You do not got a check
Now your credit cards in debt
Cause you steady tryna flex
They just kicked you out your condo
& They'll take the Lexus next
Nothing Personal
It gets worse you know
I wrote this verse for you
Nothing personal
It gets worse you know
I wrote this verse for you
(I wrote this verse for you)
Nothing Personal
It gets worse you know
I wrote this verse for you
(You, you, you, you, you)
Nothing personal
It gets worse you know
I wrote this verse for you
(You, you, you, you, you)
(I wrote this verse for you
For you
For you)
Credits
Writer(s): Julian Macias
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