thru my window

I just been running in circles, been running around with the gang
Feel like I'm on the Truman Show, feel like my back's against the wall again
How did I figure this out? Look in my mirror then I scream and shout
All these bitches I'm taking 'em out
Roof, roof, roof, yeah the dogs in the house
Thinkin' I'm different, I'm known to chop it and split it
Her pussy taste so exquisite, I mean I'm gone
Bound to be different, I mean no one understanding
I mean this song yeah this rhythm is in my bones
Astrology nigga, I like astrology bitches
Gemini baby, yeah I'm the one that be different
Oh my God, your bitches all in my mentions
Oh my God, your bitch is all in my britches

Nothing's ever perfect
Baby make it worth it
She a lil Missy
Watch her flip it and reverse it
Just she like she rehearsed
She want a man to buy her purses
She don't know I only got three dollars to my name
I'm a wordsmith
Marijuana burning
You would think this shit is from Jamaica
My eyes red, counting up my paystubs
My money in the red like makeup
Head like tape up



Credits
Writer(s): Mason Hunter
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link