talking to myself
Hola ZiZi
And you know it's bad, I been
Been talking to myself
Yeah, treat me like I exist
Not like an urban myth
What is love? Fuck love, I plead the fifth
I been on them drugs, I been talking to myself
Does that make me lonely, I'm thuggin by myself
Staring at a grave, I just know I need help
I just hold it in, they won't care how I felt
Prescription pill poppin through the day to hold me up
What else could I say? when you know enough
Feelings bottled up
Drako stuffed crust
I don't got no time to waste, I'm tired of living rough
But you still switched up
And you kissed him
Just a big mix-up, know you slipped up
Now it's a new mister for the missus
Luckily a trickster with the distance
Yeah, this shit so drastic
I attract evil hoes, a toxic magnet
I been gave up, ain't no looking past it
And I know I said that I wasn't gon' drag it
But all my thoughts are unleash madness
And you know it's bad, bitch, I'm talking to myself
Tip every bad bitch bad for your health
Go get you some money, nigga, you don't need nothing else
Yeah, treat me like I exist
Not like an urban myth
What is love? Fuck love, I plead the fifth
And you know it's bad, I been
Been talking to myself
Yeah, treat me like I exist
Not like an urban myth
What is love? Fuck love, I plead the fifth
I been on them drugs, I been talking to myself
Does that make me lonely, I'm thuggin by myself
Staring at a grave, I just know I need help
I just hold it in, they won't care how I felt
Prescription pill poppin through the day to hold me up
What else could I say? when you know enough
Feelings bottled up
Drako stuffed crust
I don't got no time to waste, I'm tired of living rough
But you still switched up
And you kissed him
Just a big mix-up, know you slipped up
Now it's a new mister for the missus
Luckily a trickster with the distance
Yeah, this shit so drastic
I attract evil hoes, a toxic magnet
I been gave up, ain't no looking past it
And I know I said that I wasn't gon' drag it
But all my thoughts are unleash madness
And you know it's bad, bitch, I'm talking to myself
Tip every bad bitch bad for your health
Go get you some money, nigga, you don't need nothing else
Yeah, treat me like I exist
Not like an urban myth
What is love? Fuck love, I plead the fifth
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Writer(s): Julian Lovings
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