HOMICIDE!
Baby I don't wanna die
Baby I just wanna cry
We gon' leave his ass traumatized
If he talkin' down it's finna be a homicide
Baby I don't wanna die
Baby I just wanna cry
We gon' leave his ass traumatized
If he talkin' down it's finna be a homicide
Swervin' round the bend in that Aston
Add it up I'm doing mathematics, yah
Never miss the rage that shit my passion, yah
Green is in my hands I'm countin' cabbage, yah
Man I'm tired of this shit I cannot have it, yah
Livin' in the present, leave it in the past tense, yah
Livin' in the present, leave it in the past tense, yah
Livin' in the present, leave it in the past tense, yah
Told her if she wants to smelt it up then come with me
Left the restaurant without her, shawty ain't a freak
Shit don't feel the same, anymore
Can't go back to how it was before
Baby I don't wanna die
Must've told her bout my pain a thousand times
But she ain't listen, left me reminiscin
Saw her in my head every time I got to sippin
Drugged up summer got me testin' every limit
Fucked up summer got me stressin' every minute
Can't be free and faded, resistance is my symptom
Can't be happy if love ain't in my system
Baby I don't wanna die
Baby I just wanna cry
We gon' leave his ass traumatized
If he talkin' down it's finna be a homicide
Baby I don't wanna die
Baby I just wanna cry
We gon' leave his ass traumatized
If he talkin' down it's finna be a homicide
Baby I just wanna cry
We gon' leave his ass traumatized
If he talkin' down it's finna be a homicide
Baby I don't wanna die
Baby I just wanna cry
We gon' leave his ass traumatized
If he talkin' down it's finna be a homicide
Swervin' round the bend in that Aston
Add it up I'm doing mathematics, yah
Never miss the rage that shit my passion, yah
Green is in my hands I'm countin' cabbage, yah
Man I'm tired of this shit I cannot have it, yah
Livin' in the present, leave it in the past tense, yah
Livin' in the present, leave it in the past tense, yah
Livin' in the present, leave it in the past tense, yah
Told her if she wants to smelt it up then come with me
Left the restaurant without her, shawty ain't a freak
Shit don't feel the same, anymore
Can't go back to how it was before
Baby I don't wanna die
Must've told her bout my pain a thousand times
But she ain't listen, left me reminiscin
Saw her in my head every time I got to sippin
Drugged up summer got me testin' every limit
Fucked up summer got me stressin' every minute
Can't be free and faded, resistance is my symptom
Can't be happy if love ain't in my system
Baby I don't wanna die
Baby I just wanna cry
We gon' leave his ass traumatized
If he talkin' down it's finna be a homicide
Baby I don't wanna die
Baby I just wanna cry
We gon' leave his ass traumatized
If he talkin' down it's finna be a homicide
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Writer(s): Rami H.
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