Jumbled

You talk to'em like
I talk like
We talk like
Get it all like
Like
Like
Like

If it's one thing I know
It's you and me, we ain't no goals
Toxic, you got me low
Too short, it's time to roll
So you went left
Been had some niggas, so I grabbed my hoes
Ain't even want em tho
You called me your antidote
I'm gettin sick-of-this
So sick-of-you
Like chops, I'm screwed up
Downin' dussé up-out-my-red-cup
Blowing dope gotchu outta-my-retina
Sick-of-this, so-sick-of-you
Like chops, I'm screwed up
Downin' dussé up-out-my-red-cup
Blowing dope gotchu outta-my-retina

I know
I don't cross ya mind less I'm rollin up the weed and
You know
You don't look my way even when I'm tryna leave
You say
You be gettin tired cuz you stressing bout ya class but
Your bed
Your bed
It don't feel the same
The yelling was vicious
Started switching defenses
You been actin suspicious
But that pussy delicious
You moan, coming from ya soul
You can't even hide that you been fucking on ya last
Imma put this phone down
Cuz I'm all alone now
I'm movin like a drone
See that hunnit on the dash

If it's one thing I know
It's you and me, we ain't no goals
Toxic, you got me low
Too short, it's time to roll
So you went left
Been had some niggas, so I grabbed my hoes
Ain't even want em tho
You called me your antidote
I'm gettin sick-of-this
So sick-of-you
Like chops, I'm screwed up
Downin' dussé up-out-my-red-cup
Blowing dope gotchu outta-my-retina
Sick-of-this, so-sick-of-you
Like chops, I'm screwed up
Downin' dussé up-out-my-red-cup
Blowing dope gotchu outta-my-retina

We ain't complete
I don't know how we involved
We Ain't complete
I don't know how we involved
Ain't complete
I don't know how we involved
Ain't complete we
Ain't
Ain't complete
We ain't complete
I don't know how we involved
We ain't complete
I don't know how we involved
Ain't complete
I don't know how we involved
Ain't complete
I don't know how we involved

Sick-of-this
So sick-of-you
Like chops, I'm screwed up
Downin' dussé up-out-my-red-cup
Blowing dope gotchu outta-my-retina
So sick-of-this, so-sick-of-you
Like chops, I'm screwed up
Downin' dussé up-out-my-red-cup
Blowing dope gotchu outta-my-retina



Credits
Writer(s): Steven Johnson
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