Give Up (feat. Temporxry)
Why they wanna see me give up
I can't give up
Pour the dirty and I sip up
And I sip up
Slurrin', I'm trippin
All of these packs I be flippin'
Breaking his brain that's lobotomy
All of this blood, it don't bother me
I lead the way and you follow me
I got yo hoe and she swallow me
Hate when they assume shit
Actin' like they know me
Bitch you do not know me
Tag that bitch like a goalie
Leave him hole-y but I ain't religious
You know Temp always be in it
Runnin up just like a race
Bitch on me tryna give face
Need to get out of this place
I got bands I need to chase
You can't erase this
Send him straight into his grave
Whippin' up inside the cave
Tracers lookin' like a rave
Why she act like she don't know what I was going through
Can't look down, no matter what I'm not emotional
Old girl say I'm unapproachable
I don't like to converse, I just do what I'm supposed to do
Think about the times, summer nights
I was holding you
Crave the afterlife
Wanna die when I'm not close to you
Put the dagger in my heart
Throw me off the roof
500 days of this
But I never got used to you
I just wanna love the way we used to do
Stab me all you want but I'm not bulletproof
Pour a deuce, think it through, what I do to you
Waste away another day, I just need some good news
I just wanna love the way we used to do
Stab me all you want but I'm not bulletproof
Pour a deuce, think it through, what I do to you
Waste away another day, I just need some good news
I can't give up
Pour the dirty and I sip up
And I sip up
Slurrin', I'm trippin
All of these packs I be flippin'
Breaking his brain that's lobotomy
All of this blood, it don't bother me
I lead the way and you follow me
I got yo hoe and she swallow me
Hate when they assume shit
Actin' like they know me
Bitch you do not know me
Tag that bitch like a goalie
Leave him hole-y but I ain't religious
You know Temp always be in it
Runnin up just like a race
Bitch on me tryna give face
Need to get out of this place
I got bands I need to chase
You can't erase this
Send him straight into his grave
Whippin' up inside the cave
Tracers lookin' like a rave
Why she act like she don't know what I was going through
Can't look down, no matter what I'm not emotional
Old girl say I'm unapproachable
I don't like to converse, I just do what I'm supposed to do
Think about the times, summer nights
I was holding you
Crave the afterlife
Wanna die when I'm not close to you
Put the dagger in my heart
Throw me off the roof
500 days of this
But I never got used to you
I just wanna love the way we used to do
Stab me all you want but I'm not bulletproof
Pour a deuce, think it through, what I do to you
Waste away another day, I just need some good news
I just wanna love the way we used to do
Stab me all you want but I'm not bulletproof
Pour a deuce, think it through, what I do to you
Waste away another day, I just need some good news
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Writer(s): Griffin Chase
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