ANGER ISSUES - Single Version
Tell 'em
Tell 'em
What's your problem?
Tell 'em, what's your problem?
Go tell 'em, what's your problem?
Tell 'em, what's your problem?
Man fuck you, I don't have to tell you that I miss you
Everyday is fucking tough enough to get through
Fuck you, all the people say they don't like you
Bitch left me with a temper, that's an issue
All the fellas can't deal with your shit
Can't a dumb bitch admit her manic fits are all conflicts?
Mind had predicted that you'd be persistent, being all resistant
About all my doubts and right there in an instant
I kicked it, I'm out
Praise my boys, thank god that they vouched for me
And how dare you for acting like you cared for me
Don't even try to repair what we had, just stick it with your ecstasy
I'll stay mad if you ever try to contact me on my phone
Ring ring, it's the hoe who won't leave me alone
All you are is a stranger, an unknown
You had shown your colours, so on behalf of my brothers
I hope you're dethroned as the mother of attention
Not to mention, your intentions were all so selfish
How about you try to put yourself in my place? I bet you couldn't
You and me face to face is no good and
There's a chance it'll get so fucking severe
That I'll make you shed more than a tear
Since you fucked me up for a year, better start to commandeer
Before the peers start to think I've disappeared
They overhear the fucker wouldn't persevere
Don't interfere, or you better start to get your gear now
He doesn't like it when you start to get near now
How about I make it clear for the people on the block
That you're only okay 'cause you're hoping on some cock
What a shock!
But I'mma plan and plot to be a man, and I'll never stop
Killing for survival, and a fiend for the shitty thots
Never try to rival, I demean from the shitty thoughts
Feeling homicidal from the scenes of a double cross
Damn right I'm here to pick a fight, and I might
End it quick for the prick with despite when I see 'em in sight
Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dick, that's a fright
Better bite the curb, 'cause I'mma stomp you tonight
Fuck you, I don't have to tell you that I miss you
Everyday is fucking tough enough to get through
Fuck you, all the people say they don't like you
Bitch left me with a temper, that's an issue
Fuck you, I don't have to tell you that I miss you
Everyday is fucking tough enough to get through
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck!
Tell 'em
What's your problem?
Tell 'em, what's your problem?
Go tell 'em, what's your problem?
Tell 'em, what's your problem?
Man fuck you, I don't have to tell you that I miss you
Everyday is fucking tough enough to get through
Fuck you, all the people say they don't like you
Bitch left me with a temper, that's an issue
All the fellas can't deal with your shit
Can't a dumb bitch admit her manic fits are all conflicts?
Mind had predicted that you'd be persistent, being all resistant
About all my doubts and right there in an instant
I kicked it, I'm out
Praise my boys, thank god that they vouched for me
And how dare you for acting like you cared for me
Don't even try to repair what we had, just stick it with your ecstasy
I'll stay mad if you ever try to contact me on my phone
Ring ring, it's the hoe who won't leave me alone
All you are is a stranger, an unknown
You had shown your colours, so on behalf of my brothers
I hope you're dethroned as the mother of attention
Not to mention, your intentions were all so selfish
How about you try to put yourself in my place? I bet you couldn't
You and me face to face is no good and
There's a chance it'll get so fucking severe
That I'll make you shed more than a tear
Since you fucked me up for a year, better start to commandeer
Before the peers start to think I've disappeared
They overhear the fucker wouldn't persevere
Don't interfere, or you better start to get your gear now
He doesn't like it when you start to get near now
How about I make it clear for the people on the block
That you're only okay 'cause you're hoping on some cock
What a shock!
But I'mma plan and plot to be a man, and I'll never stop
Killing for survival, and a fiend for the shitty thots
Never try to rival, I demean from the shitty thoughts
Feeling homicidal from the scenes of a double cross
Damn right I'm here to pick a fight, and I might
End it quick for the prick with despite when I see 'em in sight
Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dick, that's a fright
Better bite the curb, 'cause I'mma stomp you tonight
Fuck you, I don't have to tell you that I miss you
Everyday is fucking tough enough to get through
Fuck you, all the people say they don't like you
Bitch left me with a temper, that's an issue
Fuck you, I don't have to tell you that I miss you
Everyday is fucking tough enough to get through
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck!
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Writer(s): Juan Curtis
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