btw (freestyle)
(Now make a wish!
You want it higher, or like...?)
I really fucking miss you
But at the same time, I fucking hate you
Never thought I'd see a day I'd fucking diss you
But in the same line, say I wish that I could see you again
How can you blame me?
How am I crazy?
You're the start and the end
You were a pain in the ass, like I was talking the peg
Shouldn't say it like that
Guess I'm tripping again
(Yo, who the fuck?)
I haven't had a Tinder match in 12 days, fuck it
Been struggling, you lit the match in one way, that's something
Now no one can compare, but you still gave nothing
In the air of the night
November 13th, I tried to end my life
Guess you were reason 13, but I won't live in spite
You never let a dude breathe, stepping right on my pipe
And never let a dude dream, no, I just have 'em at night
I never kept score, or thought you owed me
Weathered your storm, the words you told me
I let my crew down, but that's the old me
I'll cut a bitch out before they fold me
But that's not the point, that's not the point
I don't give a fuck about the money, I'm not strained for the coin
I'm outta' sight like Lil $unny
I'm not fake, made a choice
I'm giving up, I'm feeling funny
Better pay for the joy
I mean, shit
What if this joint don't hit?
Or validate me when i'm feeling too sick?
I've been stuck in a ditch
And kinda stuck in the past
And now I'm throwing a fit
Gonna get this shit over with
Gonna get this shit over with, yeah
You want it higher, or like...?)
I really fucking miss you
But at the same time, I fucking hate you
Never thought I'd see a day I'd fucking diss you
But in the same line, say I wish that I could see you again
How can you blame me?
How am I crazy?
You're the start and the end
You were a pain in the ass, like I was talking the peg
Shouldn't say it like that
Guess I'm tripping again
(Yo, who the fuck?)
I haven't had a Tinder match in 12 days, fuck it
Been struggling, you lit the match in one way, that's something
Now no one can compare, but you still gave nothing
In the air of the night
November 13th, I tried to end my life
Guess you were reason 13, but I won't live in spite
You never let a dude breathe, stepping right on my pipe
And never let a dude dream, no, I just have 'em at night
I never kept score, or thought you owed me
Weathered your storm, the words you told me
I let my crew down, but that's the old me
I'll cut a bitch out before they fold me
But that's not the point, that's not the point
I don't give a fuck about the money, I'm not strained for the coin
I'm outta' sight like Lil $unny
I'm not fake, made a choice
I'm giving up, I'm feeling funny
Better pay for the joy
I mean, shit
What if this joint don't hit?
Or validate me when i'm feeling too sick?
I've been stuck in a ditch
And kinda stuck in the past
And now I'm throwing a fit
Gonna get this shit over with
Gonna get this shit over with, yeah
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