Cant Trust A Soul

Bitches switch, niggas switch, and family switch too
Get rolled I'm going fed
'Cause this new blicky got a switch too
Every time we conversate, you bring up my old issue
Made peace within myself, looked in the mirror, Osh'a it's you

Bitch don't get to comfortable
Let you get too close
You know my secrets now I'm vulnerable
Constantly misused, you told me lies, now I can't honor you
Police ass nigga asking questions, fuck your interviews

Hope that girl look at me the same, she see my inner views
Yeah, I feel like they against me, scared to vent 'cause we fallout
You gone use that shit against me
I see you as a brother, you see me as competition
That hoe be playing with my head
Oh, she must be a beautician, huh

Yeah, 'cause I can't trust a soul (soul)
I been switching cars like I've been switching out my clothes (clothes)
I can't fuck you baby, lately I've been on the road (road) (yuh)
I can't stop for you because the bitches come and go (go)
These people come and go (go)

Yeah, 'cause I can't trust a soul (soul)
I been switching cars like I've been switching out my clothes (yuh)
I can't fuck you baby, lately I've been on the road (yuh)
I can't stop for you because the bitches come and go (go)
These people come and go (go)

Oh, you got Anna on yo' chest?
Let's get if off (yuh)
Say when you turned on me I turned my feelings off (yuh)
I had to find my myself when I was feeling lost
Bitch don't say you sorry
You just sorry you got caught

Why you did me dirty? I can't comprehend (yuh)
Fallback and do better that's my best revenge
Bitch I'll cut my blood off, don't care we best of friends
You say you love me, then abuse me, no, that shit pretend (pretend)

Yeah, 'cause I can't trust a soul (soul)
I been switching cars like I've been switching out my clothes (yuh)
I can't fuck you baby, lately I've been on the road (yuh)
I can't stop for you because the bitches come and go (go)
These people come and go (go)

Yeah, 'cause I can't trust a soul (soul)
I been switching cars like I've been switching out my clothes (yuh)
I can't fuck you baby, lately I've been on the road (yuh)
I can't stop for you because the bitches come and go
These people come and go

(Oh, you got Anna on yo' chest? Let's get it off)
(Oh, you got Anna on yo' chest? Let's get it off)



Credits
Writer(s): Osh’a Escabar
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