Cursed Love
I got lotta enemies
This shit is a remedy
She think I'm a better me
I think she the worst
I'm high off the ketamine
Wishing she would let me be
Sipping on the Hennessey
This shit is a curse
So imma let her go
She can walk her ass home
(I'm not driving your bitch ass)
Honestly I'm better off alone
Felt good to watch you walk out my door
I got a check
I got some bags
I got some shit that I never did had
Your parents don't like me not even your dad
I always put you before all the cash
But now it all changed
And now it's all different
You never liked me
I think your tripping
Your heart is cold
My heart is skipping
Fuck it we ball
Scottie no Pippen
Yeah, uh
I'm finna ball like Scottie
I got some fat ass pockets
You know I'm Rich like Roddy
I got a big ass gun
You know it's nicknamed Tommy
But I'm a silent killer
No you won't find no body
But when I say I'm a killer I kill my self
I tell you I'm fine but I'm not feelin well
She the devil she done dropped me off in hell
She got secrets that she'll never tell
This shit is hard
I don't gotta check check check I need to charge
I just got a text text text I fall apart
I cannot describe this feelin I'm in the stars
No more scars
I got lotta enemies
This shit is a remedy
She think I'm a better me
I think she the worst
I'm high off the ketamine
Wishing she would let me be
Sipping on the Hennessey
This shit is a curse
So imma let her go
She can walk her ass home
(I'm not driving your bitch ass)
Honestly I'm better off alone
Felt good to watch you walk out my door
Bitch you walked out
I'm running from the cops now
125 top down
Give me a reason to stop now
She never know I found
The reason we will never walk now
Shut the windows keep you locked out
Smoking heavy on the pot now
The last time you called I was faded
Look at me now bitch you never trusted me
When I told you I would make it
The last time we talked I was wasted
You don't know anything about the shit that I'm facing
Told you I'm wasted
I know you never rocked with my friends
Always missing your touch when we dance
I just looked in your eyes there's no chance
Cuz you don't feel the same
Why can I never sleep in my bed
Thinking back to the shit that I said
I don't miss you get out of my head
Cuz you don't feel the same
I got lotta enemies
This shit is a remedy
She think I'm a better me
I think she the worst
I'm high off the ketamine
Wishing she would let me be
Sipping on the Hennessey
This shit is a curse
So imma let her go
She can walk her ass home
(I'm not driving your bitch ass)
Honestly I'm better off alone
Felt good to watch you walk out my door
You don't feel the
You don't, you don't
You don't feel the
You don't, you don't
You don't feel the
You don't you don't
You don't feel the
You don't, you don't
You don't feel the
You don't, you don't
You don't feel the
You don't you don't
This shit is a remedy
She think I'm a better me
I think she the worst
I'm high off the ketamine
Wishing she would let me be
Sipping on the Hennessey
This shit is a curse
So imma let her go
She can walk her ass home
(I'm not driving your bitch ass)
Honestly I'm better off alone
Felt good to watch you walk out my door
I got a check
I got some bags
I got some shit that I never did had
Your parents don't like me not even your dad
I always put you before all the cash
But now it all changed
And now it's all different
You never liked me
I think your tripping
Your heart is cold
My heart is skipping
Fuck it we ball
Scottie no Pippen
Yeah, uh
I'm finna ball like Scottie
I got some fat ass pockets
You know I'm Rich like Roddy
I got a big ass gun
You know it's nicknamed Tommy
But I'm a silent killer
No you won't find no body
But when I say I'm a killer I kill my self
I tell you I'm fine but I'm not feelin well
She the devil she done dropped me off in hell
She got secrets that she'll never tell
This shit is hard
I don't gotta check check check I need to charge
I just got a text text text I fall apart
I cannot describe this feelin I'm in the stars
No more scars
I got lotta enemies
This shit is a remedy
She think I'm a better me
I think she the worst
I'm high off the ketamine
Wishing she would let me be
Sipping on the Hennessey
This shit is a curse
So imma let her go
She can walk her ass home
(I'm not driving your bitch ass)
Honestly I'm better off alone
Felt good to watch you walk out my door
Bitch you walked out
I'm running from the cops now
125 top down
Give me a reason to stop now
She never know I found
The reason we will never walk now
Shut the windows keep you locked out
Smoking heavy on the pot now
The last time you called I was faded
Look at me now bitch you never trusted me
When I told you I would make it
The last time we talked I was wasted
You don't know anything about the shit that I'm facing
Told you I'm wasted
I know you never rocked with my friends
Always missing your touch when we dance
I just looked in your eyes there's no chance
Cuz you don't feel the same
Why can I never sleep in my bed
Thinking back to the shit that I said
I don't miss you get out of my head
Cuz you don't feel the same
I got lotta enemies
This shit is a remedy
She think I'm a better me
I think she the worst
I'm high off the ketamine
Wishing she would let me be
Sipping on the Hennessey
This shit is a curse
So imma let her go
She can walk her ass home
(I'm not driving your bitch ass)
Honestly I'm better off alone
Felt good to watch you walk out my door
You don't feel the
You don't, you don't
You don't feel the
You don't, you don't
You don't feel the
You don't you don't
You don't feel the
You don't, you don't
You don't feel the
You don't, you don't
You don't feel the
You don't you don't
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Writer(s): Benjamin Pickels
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