Yeah, if I get some more drink in my system
You bitches act like you miss me
I've been the same since a pickney
I wonder would they have miss me
If I leave it all on the table
Crash the bottle, crown and apple
That's the problem, you don't listen
Found the one, but I've been missing
Hold my gun, I hate my pistol
I hold my gun, but hate my pistol
I hold my bitch, but hate my mistress
You see wrong, but I ain't did shit
I'm in love with broken bitches
Use my hand I sever two, gossip drama, breaking news
How do I please set the mood? If you like this other dude
I'ma make the channel news cause I've been in love with you
Uh, I hate it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This is the sound of a drunken one, Mama please hold my gun
I know I've been f*cking up I use my wrongs to cover up
Scars and wounds faded suicide is not painless
My eyes hazy, I've been the one since you tried to defy me, baby
I know my karma coming It's going drive me crazy
Yeah, yeah, yeah I hate myself, I hate you, I hate me
Words have power, I forgot what the mean