idkwts + guardin
I don't know what to say
There's no drive of conversation
And my head's okay
But I'm too desperate to make it
Got emotions on you constantly
I think that you just fake it
So don't bother saying honestly
If you just lie I hate it
You ain't snorting fucking pills
I don't care about your flex
Please don't bother me to say that you were fucking on your ex
To be honest I just hate it
So I constantly reject
Out my mind and I feel drained
So I can't even send a text
I don't know what to say
There's no drive of conversation
And my head's okay
But I'm too desperate to make it
Got emotions on you constantly
I think that you just fake it
So don't bother saying honestly
If you just lie I hate it
You ain't snorting fucking pills
I don't care about your flex
Please don't bother me to say that you were fucking on your ex
To be honest I just hate it
So I constantly reject
Out my mind and I feel drained
So I can't even send a text
But it's all fine, it's all good
I don't care about you fucking with your hood
But it's all fine, it's all good
I don't care about you fucking with your hood
You a bitch, I don't wanna fucking hear it in my ears
Bitch, I hope you fucking drown, and bleed to death, and disappear
Bitch, is desperate for empathy, but you won't get it here
I might throw a fucking bomb, Imma say the coast is clear
Imma teach you fucking nada, so I don't get too weird
I don't really like the drama, so I don't interfere
And I best not hear you coughing, don't get fucking near
Before we put you in a coffin, is that your biggest fear?
There's no drive of conversation
And my head's okay
But I'm too desperate to make it
Got emotions on you constantly
I think that you just fake it
So don't bother saying honestly
If you just lie I hate it
You ain't snorting fucking pills
I don't care about your flex
Please don't bother me to say that you were fucking on your ex
To be honest I just hate it
So I constantly reject
Out my mind and I feel drained
So I can't even send a text
I don't know what to say
There's no drive of conversation
And my head's okay
But I'm too desperate to make it
Got emotions on you constantly
I think that you just fake it
So don't bother saying honestly
If you just lie I hate it
You ain't snorting fucking pills
I don't care about your flex
Please don't bother me to say that you were fucking on your ex
To be honest I just hate it
So I constantly reject
Out my mind and I feel drained
So I can't even send a text
But it's all fine, it's all good
I don't care about you fucking with your hood
But it's all fine, it's all good
I don't care about you fucking with your hood
You a bitch, I don't wanna fucking hear it in my ears
Bitch, I hope you fucking drown, and bleed to death, and disappear
Bitch, is desperate for empathy, but you won't get it here
I might throw a fucking bomb, Imma say the coast is clear
Imma teach you fucking nada, so I don't get too weird
I don't really like the drama, so I don't interfere
And I best not hear you coughing, don't get fucking near
Before we put you in a coffin, is that your biggest fear?
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