WRIST CRYIN

Uhh wrist cry
If I ain't swagged out i'm dyin
I'm gon' hit her up one last time
Uhh my wrist cryin
Uhh somebody died, yeah somebody died
I put Margiela and some Marni on
Tell me what i'm doing wrong
I smell like weed and cologne

She gon' fall for me I know
If she got back stage passes to the show
Baby girl I can't take you home
Yuh, I can't have you, huh going through my phone
But when I give her love she like oh my god
Wrist cryin tears in her eyes
I can see her reflection, through my ice
And thats just how it goes
I'm stacking paper up that got Benjamin's face on it
She say i'm nonchalant I tell her I like to be Platonic
Yuh huh huh huh I like to be dishonest
Put your hands up huh I like the stage rockin

Yuh yuh yuh

Uhh wrist cry
If I ain't swagged out i'm dyin
I'm gon' hit her up one last time
Uhh my wrist cryin
Uhh somebody died, yeah somebody died
I put Margiela and some Marni on
Tell me what i'm doing wrong
I smell like weed and cologne



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Burbulak
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