Throw It Back
I tell her secrets like I trust her then she throw it back
But then I fuck her and I'm telling her to throw it back ay
I tell her secrets like I trust her then she throw it back
But then I fuck her and I'm telling her to throw it back ay
I know that she can't get enough of that ay
I'm getting wavy like I'm off the 'yak yeah
I'm getting lazy like I'm rolling off another batch
I get impatient so she rushing back yeah
I'll flip it til I'm fucking counting stacks yeah
I'll flip it til I'm sick of all the fucking bags yeah
All the fucking tags
All the fucking bands
Shit is all the fucking same
Don't even know your name
But take a look inside my brain
Not much room for fucking pain
I'm on the brink of going insane
Got maybe 7 fucking days
So I am rolling out the tray
Gold dust sprinkles like they rain
Keep on rolling like the train
Take my life away one day
Then you'll turn around a say
"Should've listened" now you pay
In my casket still get paid yeah
I tell her secrets like I trust her then she throw it back
But then I fuck her and I'm telling her to throw it back ay
I know that she can't get enough of that ay
I'm getting wavy like I'm off the 'yak yeah
I'm getting lazy like I'm rolling off another batch
I get impatient so she rushing back yeah
I'll flip it til I'm fucking counting stacks yeah
I'll flip it til I'm sick of all the fucking bags yeah
All the fucking tags
All the fucking bands
Shit is all the fucking same
Don't even know your name
But take a look inside my brain
Not much room for fucking pain
I'm on the brink of going insane
But then I fuck her and I'm telling her to throw it back ay
I tell her secrets like I trust her then she throw it back
But then I fuck her and I'm telling her to throw it back ay
I know that she can't get enough of that ay
I'm getting wavy like I'm off the 'yak yeah
I'm getting lazy like I'm rolling off another batch
I get impatient so she rushing back yeah
I'll flip it til I'm fucking counting stacks yeah
I'll flip it til I'm sick of all the fucking bags yeah
All the fucking tags
All the fucking bands
Shit is all the fucking same
Don't even know your name
But take a look inside my brain
Not much room for fucking pain
I'm on the brink of going insane
Got maybe 7 fucking days
So I am rolling out the tray
Gold dust sprinkles like they rain
Keep on rolling like the train
Take my life away one day
Then you'll turn around a say
"Should've listened" now you pay
In my casket still get paid yeah
I tell her secrets like I trust her then she throw it back
But then I fuck her and I'm telling her to throw it back ay
I know that she can't get enough of that ay
I'm getting wavy like I'm off the 'yak yeah
I'm getting lazy like I'm rolling off another batch
I get impatient so she rushing back yeah
I'll flip it til I'm fucking counting stacks yeah
I'll flip it til I'm sick of all the fucking bags yeah
All the fucking tags
All the fucking bands
Shit is all the fucking same
Don't even know your name
But take a look inside my brain
Not much room for fucking pain
I'm on the brink of going insane
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Writer(s): Jack Ramsey
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