soldier

She gon fall in love with a soldier
Gas in the bag I won't stop the whip to roll up
I stay on the floor
I can't seem to pull through
I'm feeling to sore
But this what I'm used to used to
Same old shit it's the same old shit
Ion fuck with them all the same old shit
Look at where I'm at all the same old slits
No one coming back because all the painful shit

This is more than just a clique
This some some lostboys shit
Sorry that I act up bitch
Maybe I'll just back up quick
It go 1 2 3
Xans now I'm peep
I got vans on my feet
I want ten for a feat
Shout out lil peep tho
Lets just let him sleep bro
Ion even need hoes
Ion even need those
I'm feeling to weak tho
But I fucking keep poles
I'm feeling to weak tho
I'm feeling to weak tho

Why they always switch up
Last year they ain't with us
Now they say they miss us
Fuck em they not shit bruh
Why they always switch up
Last year they ain't with us
Now they say they miss us
Fuck em they not shit bruh

She gon fall in love with a soldier
Gas in the bag I won't stop the whip to roll up
I stay on the floor
I can't seem to pull through
I'm feeling to sore
But this what I'm used to (Used to)
Same old shit it's the same old shit
Ion fuck with them all the same old shit
Look at where I'm at all the same old slits
No one coming back because all the painful shit

She gon fall in love with a soldier
Gas in the bag I won't stop the whip to roll up
I stay on the floor
I can't seem to pull through
I'm feeling to sore
But this what I'm used to (Used to)
Same old shit it's the same old shit
Ion fuck with them all the same old shit
Look at where I'm at all the same old slits
No one coming back because all the painful shit



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Writer(s): Owen Clark
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