cmon (interlude)
(Y'all better fucking listen to me on this shit man this a fucking message)
(Fucking listen to this fucking shit)
(Listen to the end)
(Listen to the end bitch, ahh)
(I'm tired of y'all not fucking listening to my fucking shit)
(I got a fucking message for y'all, that y'all need to fucking spread)
(Yuh, Uh, Yuh)
Yeah I drank too much
I throw up right up in that muthafuckin' sank too much
I'm always yelling at my head because I think too much
I'm bout a prosper in this shit you think I sank too much?
No
My heart be screaming fucking go
I always wanna be alone
But when I am I'm fucked up in ways that you can't even know
I hope I see you front row
You think I will not pull out a knife and slice you up at my show?
(Haha)
You better be thinking different
Saying he bout a come kill me, you know he didn't
Capping on twitter, take off his head, I'm bout a tell the whole family I did it
You know I'm with it
Hating on me Ima help you go bitch, you know I'll print it
Suck on my dick you cannot be spitting, uh
I ain't talking bout syphilis bitch I'm the sickest, uh
You see how I'm switching the flow it ain't written
Three's on my hand and I ain't talking bout Pippen
You hating on me, that shit is a given
I got a grip and you know I ain't slipping, uh, yeah
You wanting some drama forget it
Hold on let me fucking say something stop fucking shooting at each other
What the fuck does it do
What the fuck does it do
Always fucking grieving about someone new
Tell me, what the fuck does it do?
I been asking y'all, what the fuck does it do?
Always grieving about someone new
And you wonder why you shouldn't switch that shit
Man, that shit ain't true
C'mon man
We gotta wake up
C'mon man we need each other we gotta wake up
It's fucking easy and simple if you fucking realize it
You look at animals, they ain't divided
C'mon
And I hope y'all fucking listen to me and listen to the words I just said
Cause I wasn't fucking rapping that's some shit that stay's on my head
God
C'mon
(Fucking listen to this fucking shit)
(Listen to the end)
(Listen to the end bitch, ahh)
(I'm tired of y'all not fucking listening to my fucking shit)
(I got a fucking message for y'all, that y'all need to fucking spread)
(Yuh, Uh, Yuh)
Yeah I drank too much
I throw up right up in that muthafuckin' sank too much
I'm always yelling at my head because I think too much
I'm bout a prosper in this shit you think I sank too much?
No
My heart be screaming fucking go
I always wanna be alone
But when I am I'm fucked up in ways that you can't even know
I hope I see you front row
You think I will not pull out a knife and slice you up at my show?
(Haha)
You better be thinking different
Saying he bout a come kill me, you know he didn't
Capping on twitter, take off his head, I'm bout a tell the whole family I did it
You know I'm with it
Hating on me Ima help you go bitch, you know I'll print it
Suck on my dick you cannot be spitting, uh
I ain't talking bout syphilis bitch I'm the sickest, uh
You see how I'm switching the flow it ain't written
Three's on my hand and I ain't talking bout Pippen
You hating on me, that shit is a given
I got a grip and you know I ain't slipping, uh, yeah
You wanting some drama forget it
Hold on let me fucking say something stop fucking shooting at each other
What the fuck does it do
What the fuck does it do
Always fucking grieving about someone new
Tell me, what the fuck does it do?
I been asking y'all, what the fuck does it do?
Always grieving about someone new
And you wonder why you shouldn't switch that shit
Man, that shit ain't true
C'mon man
We gotta wake up
C'mon man we need each other we gotta wake up
It's fucking easy and simple if you fucking realize it
You look at animals, they ain't divided
C'mon
And I hope y'all fucking listen to me and listen to the words I just said
Cause I wasn't fucking rapping that's some shit that stay's on my head
God
C'mon
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Writer(s): Kameron Cole
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