Personally
You're so you
I'm so me
I'm not mad at you
But you mad at me
I collect this cheese
Get a bag I mean
Had to tell you peace
You'll be mad when I leave
Got no kids
But I have to give a bag to my nieces
Say that my words offend you
Cause you like to play defense
So sick of these bitches
Uh wait where's the treatment
I can't step outside
Cause I'm already two feet in
You got addictions but I can't let you feed it
Broski got techs and switches
Help you meet Jesus
Might be blind love but
After I wiped my eyes I peeped it
I had to tell her if it ain't one hundred
Then keep it
She screaming aye
She not my Billie Jean
So she can beat it
She's a vampire this bitch be eating
Please don't sink your teeth in
I had to see I had to see
She not the one I'll be with
Arguing all damn night
Cause not we not agreeing
You're so you
I'm so me
I'm not mad at you
But you mad at me
I collect this cheese
Get a bag I mean
Had to tell you peace
You'll be mad when I leave
Got no kids
But I have to give a bag to my nieces
Say that my words offend you
Cause you like to play defense
So sick of these bitches
Uh wait where's the treatment
I can't step outside
Cause I'm already two feet in
I'm so me
I'm not mad at you
But you mad at me
I collect this cheese
Get a bag I mean
Had to tell you peace
You'll be mad when I leave
Got no kids
But I have to give a bag to my nieces
Say that my words offend you
Cause you like to play defense
So sick of these bitches
Uh wait where's the treatment
I can't step outside
Cause I'm already two feet in
You got addictions but I can't let you feed it
Broski got techs and switches
Help you meet Jesus
Might be blind love but
After I wiped my eyes I peeped it
I had to tell her if it ain't one hundred
Then keep it
She screaming aye
She not my Billie Jean
So she can beat it
She's a vampire this bitch be eating
Please don't sink your teeth in
I had to see I had to see
She not the one I'll be with
Arguing all damn night
Cause not we not agreeing
You're so you
I'm so me
I'm not mad at you
But you mad at me
I collect this cheese
Get a bag I mean
Had to tell you peace
You'll be mad when I leave
Got no kids
But I have to give a bag to my nieces
Say that my words offend you
Cause you like to play defense
So sick of these bitches
Uh wait where's the treatment
I can't step outside
Cause I'm already two feet in
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Writer(s): Marquis Alexander
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