Emotion-Less
Woah
Now I'm here yeah, I'm not sitting right
If I start to think about you I won't sleep at night
Girl you make me feel nice when you act right
I'm okay with just you so don't switch sides
Girl you make me emotion-less
It's bad for the next
I don't like my ex
She messed up my head
Woah, messed up now
But I flex without a heart now I touchdown
Gucci in my hand with some racks I can fuck around
And I don't like the way you look back when I sat down, I'm mad now
Lil bitch you ain't get a bag now so back out
Niggas try to front, I pull a Mac out, woah
And it's all your fault
Why I can't even fucking trust
Now I'm here yeah, I'm not sitting right
If I start to think about you I won't sleep at night
Girl you make me feel nice when you act right
I'm okay with just you so don't switch sides
Girl you make me emotion-less
It's bad for the next
I don't like my ex
She messed up my head
Woah, messed up now
But I flex without a heart now I touchdown
Gucci in my hand with some racks I can fuck around
And I don't like the way you look back when I sat down, I'm mad now
Lil bitch you ain't get a bag now so back out
Niggas try to front, I pull a Mac out, woah
And it's all your fault
Why I can't even fucking trust
Now I'm here yeah, I'm not sitting right
If I start to think about you I won't sleep at night
Girl you make me feel nice when you act right
I'm okay with just you so don't switch sides
Girl you make me emotion-less
It's bad for the next
I don't like my ex
She messed up my head
Woah, messed up now
But I flex without a heart now I touchdown
Gucci in my hand with some racks I can fuck around
And I don't like the way you look back when I sat down, I'm mad now
Lil bitch you ain't get a bag now so back out
Niggas try to front, I pull a Mac out, woah
And it's all your fault
Why I can't even fucking trust
Now I'm here yeah, I'm not sitting right
If I start to think about you I won't sleep at night
Girl you make me feel nice when you act right
I'm okay with just you so don't switch sides
Girl you make me emotion-less
It's bad for the next
I don't like my ex
She messed up my head
Woah, messed up now
But I flex without a heart now I touchdown
Gucci in my hand with some racks I can fuck around
And I don't like the way you look back when I sat down, I'm mad now
Lil bitch you ain't get a bag now so back out
Niggas try to front, I pull a Mac out, woah
And it's all your fault
Why I can't even fucking trust
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Writer(s): Rosevelt Luperon
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