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cigarette smoke
and conversations on the phone
i tried, i tried, i tried, i tried, i tried
to get you to change
we designed our love
off the problems that we both had inside of our minds
and baby girl, i loved to fuck
every single time you came, wanted to be right back inside
but good sex is nothing, that really means nothing
if i don’t feel for you the way that i really just should
said you were down to change, but i knew that you were bluffing, if you wanted that, then we might still be good
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
yeah, hah, hah
fuck, fuck
yeah
hey, fuck, fuck
hey, hey, hey, hey
don’t tell me bout shit that i’m doing if you ain’t really doing shit with yourself
walk off on a bitch like “fuck it then”, you and everyone could go to hell
i could be dying on the spot, and i’ll still tell a nigga i’m feeling swell
yeah, the pretty girls all love my fragrance
yeah, the pretty bitches really love my smell
tell a bitch i’m master chief
so watch how you talk to me
nigga tryna kill yo tender ass
how quick do you go deceased
i just hit my fucking limit
shut the fuck up, stupid treesh
i am god when at this limit
fuck them niggas, i am he
hello, mr. m4
m for motherfucker!
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
i’m going fast, in the rain
i’m going fast, in the rain
i’m tryna crash, in di bimma
i’m tryna race the crazy train
i’m tryna crash, on this bitch insides
i’m tryna examine her brain
and it’s umbai g that you talking bout, you talking bout me, then you talkin about pain
yall niggas tryna seize one fuckin area, all that i’m planning goes way past that range
break in this bitch like “where’s the fuckin money at", show a motherfucker to that safe
i might lick the sugar fountain if she lick the candy cane
can you get it hard, lil mama, come on, set the fuckin stage
you say you’re a rager, baby, cut the shit and fucking rage
- Genre
- Alternative Rock