I've been thinkin' about love,Like shit I'm stressed
I've been all in my head, Like shit what's next
F*ck it, I'm back in the mix, f*ck it, I'm back on your bitch
F*ck it I'm back on the and I'm counting these digits I'm wanting my ends
Im wanting my ends f*ck it I'm back on the road and I'm counting these digits I'm wanting my ends
That love is stressed
Like shit what's next
Its crazy how you really left me
Back against the wall, streets is getting cold to me, thinkin' about you lately,
And how you really hold me,
Thought that you was proper but she was really cold to me
Taking advantage of love that I give you, that shit is just really embarrassing
Smoking these J's back to back I be high as a f*ck, I be taking advantage
I be calling you daily, that shit is just ringing, I'm really just hoping you answer
Like damn this phone don't work, I'm sorry, I won't even ring again
Your call has been forwarded to voicemail
The person you're trying to reach is not available, at the tone, please record your
Message, when you have finished recording, you may hang up
Like damn, what the f*ck, you can't even answer the phone, shit, I got shit going on, I'm
Trying to call you though, like damn, you say you got my back, what the f*ck really
Going on like, I ain't even trying jump into no situation with you though, I ain't even
I don't arguments of none, call me back when you get this shit doe, shit I'm going thru it
I'm in my head like a bitch doe f*ck it come on
Like what the f*ck, you ain't even answering,
Shit you say you love me,
Ain't with that toxic shit that arguing shit, it's really over me
Man I love my old bitch but that old one really showed me
Showed me how to really care, showed me how to talk to you
Times that I rode to your crib in the middle of the night, and you need me to talk to you
When shit had really got worse for you, who was really there
I might drop a line or two, just knock off the edge
Bar for bar, I tell the truth, just tryn bless your ears
I've been thinking about love, like shit, I'm stressed
I've been all in my head, like shit, what's next
F*ck it, I'm back in the mix, f*ck it, I'm back on your bitch
F*ck it, I'm back on the road and I'm counting these digits, I'm wanting my ends
I'm wanting my ends
F*ck it, I'm back on the road and I'm counting these digits
I'm wanting my ends,
Love is stress,
Like shit, what's next
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I've been thinkin' about love,Like shit I'm stressed
I've been all in my head, Like shit what's next
F*ck it, I'm back in the mix, f*ck it, I'm back on your bitch
F*ck it I'm back on the and I'm counting these digits I'm wanting my ends
Im wanting my ends f*ck it I'm back on the road and I'm counting these digits I'm wanting my ends
That love is stressed
Like shit what's next
Its crazy how you really left me
Back against the wall, streets is getting cold to me, thinkin' about you lately,
And how you really hold me,
Thought that you was proper but she was really cold to me
Taking advantage of love that I give you, that shit is just really embarrassing
Smoking these J's back to back I be high as a f*ck, I be taking advantage
I be calling you daily, that shit is just ringing, I'm really just hoping you answer
Like damn this phone don't work, I'm sorry, I won't even ring again
Your call has been forwarded to voicemail
The person you're trying to reach is not available, at the tone, please record your
Message, when you have finished recording, you may hang up
Like damn, what the f*ck, you can't even answer the phone, shit, I got shit going on, I'm
Trying to call you though, like damn, you say you got my back, what the f*ck really
Going on like, I ain't even trying jump into no situation with you though, I ain't even
I don't arguments of none, call me back when you get this shit doe, shit I'm going thru it
I'm in my head like a bitch doe f*ck it come on
Like what the f*ck, you ain't even answering,
Shit you say you love me,
Ain't with that toxic shit that arguing shit, it's really over me
Man I love my old bitch but that old one really showed me
Showed me how to really care, showed me how to talk to you
Times that I rode to your crib in the middle of the night, and you need me to talk to you
When shit had really got worse for you, who was really there
I might drop a line or two, just knock off the edge
Bar for bar, I tell the truth, just tryn bless your ears
I've been thinking about love, like shit, I'm stressed
I've been all in my head, like shit, what's next
F*ck it, I'm back in the mix, f*ck it, I'm back on your bitch
F*ck it, I'm back on the road and I'm counting these digits, I'm wanting my ends
I'm wanting my ends
F*ck it, I'm back on the road and I'm counting these digits
I'm wanting my ends,
Love is stress,
Like shit, what's next
I've been all in my head, Like shit what's next
F*ck it, I'm back in the mix, f*ck it, I'm back on your bitch
F*ck it I'm back on the and I'm counting these digits I'm wanting my ends
Im wanting my ends f*ck it I'm back on the road and I'm counting these digits I'm wanting my ends
That love is stressed
Like shit what's next
Its crazy how you really left me
Back against the wall, streets is getting cold to me, thinkin' about you lately,
And how you really hold me,
Thought that you was proper but she was really cold to me
Taking advantage of love that I give you, that shit is just really embarrassing
Smoking these J's back to back I be high as a f*ck, I be taking advantage
I be calling you daily, that shit is just ringing, I'm really just hoping you answer
Like damn this phone don't work, I'm sorry, I won't even ring again
Your call has been forwarded to voicemail
The person you're trying to reach is not available, at the tone, please record your
Message, when you have finished recording, you may hang up
Like damn, what the f*ck, you can't even answer the phone, shit, I got shit going on, I'm
Trying to call you though, like damn, you say you got my back, what the f*ck really
Going on like, I ain't even trying jump into no situation with you though, I ain't even
I don't arguments of none, call me back when you get this shit doe, shit I'm going thru it
I'm in my head like a bitch doe f*ck it come on
Like what the f*ck, you ain't even answering,
Shit you say you love me,
Ain't with that toxic shit that arguing shit, it's really over me
Man I love my old bitch but that old one really showed me
Showed me how to really care, showed me how to talk to you
Times that I rode to your crib in the middle of the night, and you need me to talk to you
When shit had really got worse for you, who was really there
I might drop a line or two, just knock off the edge
Bar for bar, I tell the truth, just tryn bless your ears
I've been thinking about love, like shit, I'm stressed
I've been all in my head, like shit, what's next
F*ck it, I'm back in the mix, f*ck it, I'm back on your bitch
F*ck it, I'm back on the road and I'm counting these digits, I'm wanting my ends
I'm wanting my ends
F*ck it, I'm back on the road and I'm counting these digits
I'm wanting my ends,
Love is stress,
Like shit, what's next
Writer: Josiah Marable
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