Talk2much

I don't got on Vans but bitch I'm off the wall

I fucked it up
Talked too much
Now I think he hates me
Uppercut
Sucker punch
Do you wanna date me
I fucked it up
Wasn't much
But now I think he hates me
I hit your car
Dropped your lunch
I wouldn't wanna date me

They want me to rap again
In just 3 months this shit gon change
You got no etiquette, just beginning like Genesis
Can you give me a rapper that I'm not better than?
I need a daffodil
To pick me up when I'm in pain
Suck my dick, Squidward's clarinet
Brought to life like I'm Evanescence
Wanna wake, w-w-wake, w-w-wake, okay like
I ain't tryna make a hit
Probably lose some followers but that's okay
I can understand tryna hide behind your fears
But still I struggle with the fakes
I can understand tryna up and sign a deal
But think at the end of the day
BUGGA's a fuckup turn something to nothing
I turn up the struggle like minimum wage
Tryna put food on my plate
I gotta make sure that I set the table
Tryna look good everyday
Cut the bottom off my shirt but it's tasteful
I still miss you in a way
I know you said goodbye but it's still painful
You gone
The feelings have stayed
I'm back to square one cus I can't fucking change em

I fucked it up
Talked too much
Now I think he hates me
Uppercut
Sucker punch
Do you wanna date me
I fucked it up
Wasn't much
But now I think he hates me
I hit your car
Dropped your lunch
I wouldn't wanna date me

Get away get away get away get away
Better do you or do way-way, fade away
You sipping haterade, I'm sipping Gatorade
With the lean in it, I call that the fade-orade
I'm so toxic, frog hop up on my dick
I think I'm a pilot cus she in my cockpit
Plumber, uh, pipe



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Writer(s): Bug Ga
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