She heard the songs I wrote about her
Now she hates my guts
I’ve seen people trippin’ less while they on angel dust
Either way you’d always say I’ll never be enough
Don’t forget that you’re the reason I don’t give a fuck
Drugs I’m tastin’
Cars I’m racin’
Cocaine laced it
Still gon’ face it
They won’t think I’ll make it
But bitch I’m bouta make it
I don’t think she love me
But in my bed she naked
Dyin ‘cause it hurt too much
Cryin ‘cause she hate my guts
She don’t care I’m in her guts
Shawty catch my angel dust
Drugs I’m tastin’
Cars I’m racin’
Cocaine laced in
Still gon’ face it
I don’t really got friends
I don’t really got you
Yeah you tell me that it hurts
But drugs they be helping you
Yeah you trippin’ off of shit
Yeah I’m trippin’ off of you
Yeah I’m all in your head
Yeah you’re all in mine too
She heard the songs I wrote about her
Now she hates my guts
I’ve seen people trippin’ less while they on angel dust
Either way you’d always say I’ll never be enough
Don’t forget that you’re the reason I don’t give a fuck
Codeine up inside me
Bad bitch right beside me
Praying that the devil never find me
Shawty wanna fuck me like she like me
Why u wanna know shit
I be on my own shit
Demons in my circle
Don’t get muthufuckin’ close bitch
Wanna fly away, yeah
Just another day, uh
Thotty said she love me
Do not trust a word they say uh
I don’t think I know what love is
I think I’ve had enough of this
I don’t think I know what love is
I’ll just stick to my actavis
I don’t think I know what love is
I think I’ve had enough of this
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