Drop Dead Fred

I been using up this shit for fucking ketamine and bitches, bruh
I just wanna feel good, I just wanna feel great
They shoulda never gave me money, all I wanna do is take
It don't make no damn sense why I just feel this self hate
Maybe I'm just stressed, bruh
Her monthly keep on showing up late
I wanna be an ally
But if you keep that shit I'm dead

(I'm dead)
I'm dead
Like, maybe you should drop dead, Fred
(I'm dead)
I'm dead
Like, maybe you should drop dead

Give me a chance, I'll make it up to you
Sorry in advance, you'll find the truth is skewed
I'm just a man, as basic as god ever grew
They not a fan, but they listen when I mention y-
I call her up in the AM and the PM both
I follow up with a date on every weekend though
She all fed up with the same old shit I always do
I'm not enough, no, I'm not enough for you

Yeah, I lied, I lied, I lied, I lied
I'm not your motherfucking knight
I lied, I lied, I lied, I lied
I'm not your motherfucking knight

I lied, I lied, I lied, I lied
I lied, I lied, I lied, I lied
I lied, I lied, I lied, I lied
I lied, I lied, I lied, I lied



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Writer(s): Alfredo Nieves
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