theraflu

Uh, yah yah
Yah, yah, yahyah
Whoa, whoa
I fucking hate you

I gotta get over you, uh uh
I sold my soul to you, uh uh
I lose control with you, uh uh
Fuck, listen

You too much to handle, shawty I can barely bare with you
All these other bitches, they ain't shit, they don't compare with you
I want you right here, don't give a fuck what's fair to you
Sick of you, but you my Theraflu, my Theraflu

I be like, I be like
Why the fuck am I alive?
I write these rhymes to pass the time
But they won't save my life
Jaded, faded, overrated, underpaid
But that's okay, I got my stainless pipe
Cross the line cuz you be wylin', girl you childish
I can't keep saving this
No, I don't wanna go but I'm debating it
Waiting for a sign, man I hate this shit

Uh, do you love me?
I can see you runnin round like it's fuck me
I remember there was no one else above me
You was lying, that's truth and it's ugly

Gotta go, thataway
Big crib, no ins: palisades
Every night I be praying for a better day
I smoke big blunts just to get away

Do you love me or not?
The way that you been acting, I doubt it a lot
God you're fuckin evil, I know you gon plot
So I'm fuckin other bitches in the hoodie you bought

Haha, two can play that game

Do you love me or not?
The way that you been acting, I doubt it a lot
God you're fuckin evil, I know you gon plot
So I'm fuckin other bitches in the hoodie you bought

You too much to handle, shawty I can barely bare with you
All these other bitches, they ain't shit, they don't compare with you
I want you right here, don't give a fuck what's fair to you
Sick of you, but you my Theraflu, my Theraflu

And, uhhh
If I find out that, like, you got a new mans
Then I just might have to fucking murder that nigga
Haha, nah for real



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Writer(s): Erick Joel Caridad
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