Fight just to fuck just to fight again World war three justified in bed Mess me up, now we ain’t even friends But the truth is I’m kind of tired of Pretending that I was the guilty one I wasn’t feeling up no one but you, yeah Lessons that I just can’t seem to learn I never thought you’d leave me two for two Again
Lights out, strike out, I doubt You’ll ever find anyone These bitches can’t measure up (No) Lights out, strike out, I doubt You’ll ever find anyone These bitches can’t measure up To my ankles Levels? (Nah) Levels? (Nah) Ankles These bitches don’t make it to my ankles Levels? (Nah) Levels? (Nah) Ankles
Strippers and liquor and cigarettes Apologized but your Twitter said "No regrets" I’d kill for a mute button in my head You alright but I’m tired of Pretending that I was the guilty one I wasn’t feeling up no one but you, yeah Lessons that I just can’t seem to learn I never thought you’d leave me two for two Again
Lights out, strike out, I doubt You’ll ever find anyone These bitches can’t measure up (Ya) Lights out, strike out, I doubt You’ll ever find anyone These bitches can’t measure up To my ankles (Period!) Levels? (Nah) Levels? (Nah) Ankles These bitches don’t make it to my ankles (No, no, no) Levels? (Nah) Levels? (Nah) Ankles
Two feet You’re shallow, too real I know too well Backwoods, you’re high Backwards, two feet Shallow, too real I know two steps Backwoods, you high Backwards boy (Okay)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
