It's Me

Working like I'm Harden, she stay using clippers
Bitch be cutting up the stories, see who's lie growing quicker
Yeah, something's out of balance, my life's shifting phases
Mama used to pray it, make it something greater

It was way better when it was just fun
No more drugs, no more problems, where the days gone
Too much drama every day, fuck is going on
I remember Wii breaks, we were bowling all night long

And she give it to me straight, pussy self-esteem is strong
Yeah, don't go there, she don't want no loser
Fix up my hair for her, we were never closer
She my baby, fuck a stroller, I just love her odor

And I'd love her over, yeah, I'll take the under
Like these motherfuckers praying all my downfall
Light loans work hard, go pay them off
Me and you never ever got the same sauce

Never ever coming back from this now, ha, ha
Yeah, pulled down Amiri's, I'm cooking in kitchen
I'm fucking em good, bitches sound like a whistle
This shawty a mess, but I bet I could fix her
A little bitty Birkin with a hole for this missile
I'm stuck in the middle, I hate being here
Can't love a woman without any fear
Bitch ain't the one, but she still in my mirror
Why do I see you when I want a beer
I wanna drink it in peace, but this shit that you saying
Got me overthinking again
I need another vacation with all my homies
So I never see you again, what's funny is that
I'll probably see you, where we going now
Knew you were a thot with your tits hanging out
We ain't official, we just hanging out, that's what you said

I'm alright, yeah, cold as ice, whoa
We get high, yeah, till we die, whoa
I'm alright, yeah, cold as ice, whoa
We get high, yeah, till we die, whoa

I'm alright, yeah, cold as ice, whoa
We get high, yeah, till we die, whoa
I'm alright, yeah, cold as ice, whoa
We get high, yeah, till we die, whoa



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Writer(s): Aakash Rathee
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