Quarantine Wifey Video (MV)

Whore, you know what I'm sayin'?
F*ck it we 'bout two out, right now, look at my shit bitch
Uh, uh, uh, uh, and, and, and, and
All this year long, next year
We ain't f*ckin' with none of you bum ass niggas
You know what I'm sayin'?
You a f*ckboy we not f*ckin' with you
No, no, no, no, no you lil' whore, gang shit, bitch

I'm just a nigga
Still escapin' my feelings
I rather call you a friend
This shit some thing that got me mad
It means I'm just a nigga

But I'm not lookin' for no fiancé
Shit, that already means I'm beyond great
I said, "Bitch I'm tryin' to be the next Kanye"
That mean the way this shit going is a one-way
That means I came from a gutter, came a long way
Ain't got no time for no love and no fiancé
That don't mean in the future, in a couple months
Maybe we could just meet once or twice for a little lunch
I don't mean a lot of time, just a little one
I mean pardon me, back then I was a little young
Consider that this where where I'm really from
Where the baby Dracos go brra-ba-ba-bam
This an elephant in the room it weighs a ton

That means I'm just a nigga again
Still escapin' my feelings
I rather call you a friend
This shit some thing that got me mad
It means I'm just a nigga again
Still running from my feelings
I rather call you a friend
This shit some thing that got me mad
I mean it

Uh, whoa shit, whoa shit
Whoa shit
Whoa shit, whoa shit, whoa shit

Just a nigga with some money, only hit and have some fun
I'm feelin' good, skin, sun kissed
Baby tongue kissin' on your stomach, and havin' lunch
Kickin' drums through the city slums, nigga (run)
Red rum, red rum, break, give a nigga leg room
They be playin' dumb, I thought somebody said some'
But it's probably all inside my head
All these women tryna lay in my bed
Put the vitamin in body, it's red
'Til a nigga dead, I ain't even scared of it
Tell the truth, I'm never really careful
When it come to you, I'm bein' real (real)
Had a thing for you since we was lil' (lil')
Now I got a bigger thing to give (give)
Music louder and now I don't wanna yell (yell)
We could talk about it at the crib (crib)
Or the parking lot inside the whip (whip)
I been numbin' down, don't have a f*ck to give
Shut your mouth, baby, button lips
I don't wanna ever have to wonder 'bout another nigga
And the woman I'm lovin', I'm, f*ck

I'm just a nigga again (whoa)
Still escapin' my feelings (yeah)
I rather call you a friend
This shit some thing that got me mad
It means I'm just a nigga again
Still running from my feelings
I rather call you a friend
This shit some thing that got me mad
I mean it

You in love, is there somebody that you still thinkin' 'bout?
Is there somebody's name that you wanna say
Are you turnin' your lemons into lemonade?
'Cause if you do (told Lee he'd be a millionaire)

Hello F a l l e n, I'm Jax
Italian fan of SAINt JHN (very fan)
Very fan, and eh, in fact
I bought two tickets for Dublin concert
And I will travel to Dublin only for you and SAINt
But now, that you have postponed your concert
I have to travel to Dublin, for nothing
I'm so sad, I cry (so, so sad)
I was the number one fan of SAINt JHNNY
He was my favorite artist, and now (we are so sad)
I'm so sad, me and my girlfriend