concrete

Somebody must've hit they head on the concrete
Bloodshed, you were standin' at the end of my street
Watch me turn the knob quick, wipin' my feet
Step inside, lock the door behind me, fuck you

Somebody must've hit they head on the concrete
Bloodshed, you were standin' at the end of my street
Watch me turn the knob quick, wipin' my feet
Step inside, lock the door behind me (behind me)

Sittin' on that bench, contemplatin'
You a dumb fuck, stuck sittin' there, waitin'
Tryna blame me for the problem inflatin'
Chemical X is not what you're creatin'

Back to the lab with your ass, you a goofy lab rat
Ratatat like it's cream on chrome (on chrome)
If I hit you with a text, you just gonna want sex
I don't want that, I'ma go home (go home)

Smoke a few trees and invest in Gail Lewis signed vests
I'm a problem in case you didn't know (didn't know)
This is not me, I confess, I'm the puppeteer's best
I am geeked, sittin', bumpin' Mike Jones, (Mike Jones) uh

Whoa, oh-oh
Whoa, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Kerr-carpenter
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