No Sympathy
I thought about writin a note
Yeah I would keep it tucked right Under my coat I got pockets
Jus like all these muhfuckin ghosts
I feed demons
Taken over jus like a host
I can't stop it
Yeah I got problems
Ain't nobody on this earth that can Solve em
But I got options I could drop quick
Yeah I fuckin get
It wouldn't solve bliss
A lot uh people cross quick
And I'm sick of being nice
We won't do talkin
I don't want no new advice
I said I'm stuck in all these vices
I know drugs they aren't right but
I'm on some really new type shit yeah
Get out my way
This time around
I'm not about to stay
No sympathy
I said on day one that
I been a different breed
Don't fuck with me
Said bitch we on different routes
I'm switching up for real on everyone Except for the vouched
Chasin the clout movin harder get My name out your mouths
Been disrespected way too much my Mental state is on out
An that's a fuckin fiend
Don't act like you know me
I told em hit the road the door
Is open you can walk for free
Sinkin to the bottom of the bottom
It won't ever stop
Weight on ankles locked
I need a fuckin key to get this shit off
I thought about writin a note
Yeah I would keep it tucked right Under my coat I got pockets
Jus like all these muhfuckin ghosts
I feed demons
Taken over jus like a host I can't stop it
Yeah I got problems
Ain't nobody on this earth that can Solve em
But I got options I could drop quick Yeah I fuckin get
It wouldn't solve bliss
No sympathy
My ex keeps calling but it's history
Tryna get some clout
Thats why they mention me
I know I know
Thinking I'm falling for it
I won't I won't
Keep this shit one hundred yeah Thats fifty times two
Say you don't understand it
It's not a haiku
I just be bumpin panic
Not worried bout you
I just be stuntin
Dolce Gabbana on my shoes
Baby I got problems
1942 Got me obnoxious
Let's just switch the topic
I'll never change up
If you want it
You got it until the days up
Oh oh
I thought about writin a note
Yeah I would keep it tucked right Under my coat I got pockets
Jus like all these muhfuckin ghosts I Feed demons
Taken over jus like a host I can't stop it
Yeah I got problems
Ain't nobody on this earth that can Solve em
But I got options I could drop quick Yeah I fuckin get
It wouldn't solve bliss
Yeah I would keep it tucked right Under my coat I got pockets
Jus like all these muhfuckin ghosts
I feed demons
Taken over jus like a host
I can't stop it
Yeah I got problems
Ain't nobody on this earth that can Solve em
But I got options I could drop quick
Yeah I fuckin get
It wouldn't solve bliss
A lot uh people cross quick
And I'm sick of being nice
We won't do talkin
I don't want no new advice
I said I'm stuck in all these vices
I know drugs they aren't right but
I'm on some really new type shit yeah
Get out my way
This time around
I'm not about to stay
No sympathy
I said on day one that
I been a different breed
Don't fuck with me
Said bitch we on different routes
I'm switching up for real on everyone Except for the vouched
Chasin the clout movin harder get My name out your mouths
Been disrespected way too much my Mental state is on out
An that's a fuckin fiend
Don't act like you know me
I told em hit the road the door
Is open you can walk for free
Sinkin to the bottom of the bottom
It won't ever stop
Weight on ankles locked
I need a fuckin key to get this shit off
I thought about writin a note
Yeah I would keep it tucked right Under my coat I got pockets
Jus like all these muhfuckin ghosts
I feed demons
Taken over jus like a host I can't stop it
Yeah I got problems
Ain't nobody on this earth that can Solve em
But I got options I could drop quick Yeah I fuckin get
It wouldn't solve bliss
No sympathy
My ex keeps calling but it's history
Tryna get some clout
Thats why they mention me
I know I know
Thinking I'm falling for it
I won't I won't
Keep this shit one hundred yeah Thats fifty times two
Say you don't understand it
It's not a haiku
I just be bumpin panic
Not worried bout you
I just be stuntin
Dolce Gabbana on my shoes
Baby I got problems
1942 Got me obnoxious
Let's just switch the topic
I'll never change up
If you want it
You got it until the days up
Oh oh
I thought about writin a note
Yeah I would keep it tucked right Under my coat I got pockets
Jus like all these muhfuckin ghosts I Feed demons
Taken over jus like a host I can't stop it
Yeah I got problems
Ain't nobody on this earth that can Solve em
But I got options I could drop quick Yeah I fuckin get
It wouldn't solve bliss
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Writer(s): Hunter Massery
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