Title Track
I'm still damaged over everything you did
Shawty tell me that I'm boring
But I'm flexing on these kids
I'm pouring up these cups
Got wockhardt in my piss
All these pussys be judging, I'm just tryna get rich aye
Tell me why you won't let me come by your side
You telling everybody all kinds of stupid, dumb lies
I just wanna be there for you, girl let me decide
You're the only one god made for me, I'll sit here and die
I hate everything you made me do
I pop these pills, Find new thrills to lead to my tomb
I feel like shit, I wanna quit, this ain't nothing new
I crack a seal, make new deals, the devil want my soul
I ain't gonna lie, you don't make me wanna die
But every single time something happens up in my life
You make me feel like it's my fault
I know I always wreck it all
I drown my problems in alcohol
I don't have time, I waste it all
This ain't that and that ain't this
Bitch shut the fuck up I'm sipping on tris
I ain't got a problem in my life I can't address
Wanna kill my spirit? you can try your best
When I walk out gotta put on the vest
Cause you hurt me like all the rest
And I ain't tryna get shot by cupid
I ain't tryna get back I ain't stupid
I'm still damaged over everything you did
Shawty tell me that I'm boring
But I'm flexing on these kids
I'm pouring up these cups
Got wockhardt in my piss
All these pussys be judging, i'm just tryna get rich aye
Shawty tell me that I'm boring
But I'm flexing on these kids
I'm pouring up these cups
Got wockhardt in my piss
All these pussys be judging, I'm just tryna get rich aye
Tell me why you won't let me come by your side
You telling everybody all kinds of stupid, dumb lies
I just wanna be there for you, girl let me decide
You're the only one god made for me, I'll sit here and die
I hate everything you made me do
I pop these pills, Find new thrills to lead to my tomb
I feel like shit, I wanna quit, this ain't nothing new
I crack a seal, make new deals, the devil want my soul
I ain't gonna lie, you don't make me wanna die
But every single time something happens up in my life
You make me feel like it's my fault
I know I always wreck it all
I drown my problems in alcohol
I don't have time, I waste it all
This ain't that and that ain't this
Bitch shut the fuck up I'm sipping on tris
I ain't got a problem in my life I can't address
Wanna kill my spirit? you can try your best
When I walk out gotta put on the vest
Cause you hurt me like all the rest
And I ain't tryna get shot by cupid
I ain't tryna get back I ain't stupid
I'm still damaged over everything you did
Shawty tell me that I'm boring
But I'm flexing on these kids
I'm pouring up these cups
Got wockhardt in my piss
All these pussys be judging, i'm just tryna get rich aye
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Writer(s): Jeiden Crawford
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