Wheezy

Cruisin' in the 6 speed
Cruisin' in the 6 speed
My demeanor make her wheezy
Like emphysema no fakin'
Maybe like f baby
You punch drunk and crazy
Lady called to say she hate me
I balled a fist and I'm angry
Sike
Promise you can't phase me
Bitches try it on the daily
But he's too cold
But he's too cold

I'm a little bit below freezin'
You ain't
Got class like schools durin' snow season
Scatter brain
Gone insane
Never ever lame
Speak bad on my name
Back where you came
And never ever again
Wise words from I nothing
Worth peace of mind
You make the bed you lie in
It's awful ironic
Livin' 'fraid of dyin'
I'm never gonna die
Cuz if your time is out then
Sorry pal I'd say you're outta luck
I don't give no fucks
I don't play no shit
Ain't bad luck
That's called karma lil bitch
I don't give no fucks
I don't play no shit
Ain't bad luck
That's called karma lil bitch

Cruisin' in the 6 speed
Cruisin' in the 6 speed
My demeanor make her wheezy
Like emphysema no fakin'
Maybe like f baby
You punch drunk and crazy
Lady called to say she hate me
I balled a fist and I'm angry
Sike
Promise you can't phase me
Bitches try it on the daily
But he's too cold
But he's too cold

From '02 'till infinity
Never gonna die
I'm busy buildin' up a legacy
She fishin' for a compliment
And hearin' crickets Jiminy
Never seek approval cause you
Just ain't gonna get it see
She look real surprised
Think she drew her brows too high
I promise I don't need you here
You're just another passerby
Sonnin' motherfuckers passin' out
Pacifiers and when they're tired I'll sing a lullaby
I don't give no fucks
I don't play no shit
Ain't bad luck
That's called karma lil bitch
I don't give no fucks
I don't play no shit
Ain't bad luck
That's called karma lil bitch



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Writer(s): Luke Albertson
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