(Sure, it's a calming notion, perpetual in motion But I don't need the comfort of any lies)
Said wish you're mine for a minute Needed more time for the love to fuckin' finish Let's forget about the past, don't care about feelings But now I'm gettin' racks, my card no limit So, bitch, like, fuck that, bitch, fuck that Gettin' bags, lil' bitch, you can't touch that Wi-wish I was never fuckin' up with your trust back .45 strap, my lap, and I bust that Said wish you're mine for a minute Needed more time for the love to fuckin' finish Let's forget about the past, don't care about feelings But now I'm gettin' racks, my card no limit So, bitch, like, fuck that, bitch, fuck that Gettin' bags, lil' bitch, you can't touch that Wi-wish I was never fuckin' up with your trust back .45 strap, my lap, and I bust that
'Cause I hate the feeling, the feeling of feeling uncertain I'm textin' your phone, get a call every minute And she wanted me back 'cause I'm makin' these stacks from my music, my music she diggin' This used to be love but now you made it toxic, like, girl, can you tell me the difference? Just tell me the difference, said I'm reachin' my limit Hold on, can you give me a minute? Super rich, angelic Stupid with my bands, this love might dead it real quick Keep yo' thoughts, don't tell it Heart's been hurt, those texts, I read it, I'm hurt Wish you never left me up I wish I never begged for love, I can't make this up Wonder why you call to fuck Can't trust 'cause I feel you gonna set me up Girl, fuck, huh? Damn (Damn, damn, damn)
I said like, "I wish that you was honest You hurt me, broke my promise" Back then I prayed for months I'd get these bands and fill up my pockets Louis fabric, leather jacket, automatic pistol, grab it Four chances that you had it Four times you stabbed my back, and
I never been at loss for words But this time when you talk, it burns 'Cause my life was the start to yours But I'm done, you the reason mine took a turn Like, damn, L-O-L, said I'm laughin', cappin' Bitches on my dick, I'm tappin', tap it Give you my time for my racks and baggage Two, three shots cause havoc
Said wish you're mine for a minute Needed more time for the love to fuckin' finish Let's forget about the past, don't care about feelings But now I'm gettin' racks, my card no limit So, bitch, like, fuck that, bitch, fuck that Gettin' bags, lil' bitch, you can't touch that Wi-wish I was never fuckin' up with your trust back .45 strap, my lap, and I bust that Said wish you're mine for a minute Needed more time for the love to fuckin' finish Let's forget about the past, don't care about feelings But now I'm gettin' racks, my card no limit So, bitch, like, fuck that, bitch, fuck that Gettin' bags, lil' bitch, you can't touch that Wi-wish I was never fuckin' up with your trust back .45 strap, my lap, and I bust that
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