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Bitch, I'm a fuck up, ay So, yeah, you've been making music for four years You're clearly fucking, super passionate about it And you must be good at it I think, do it bro, I mean You're doing it already, you just haven't posted it I'm still on the run Oppositions tryna get me I'm still swervin' 'til I'm done Won't off the gas until it's empty All these bitches tryna front All my exes can't forget me I still fuckin' hate myself I still fuckin' can't accept me I'm still on the run Oppositions tryna get me I'm still swervin' 'til I'm done Won't off the gas until it's empty All these bitches tryna front All my exes can't forget me I still fuckin' hate myself I still fuckin' can't accept me Bitch, I'm a fuck up, ay It's why I get fucked up, ay Bitch, I'm a fuck up, ay It's why I get fucked up, yeah I wish to want a simple life (lil' bitch) I'm mad, I can't be satisfied (ay) I fuckin' snap, and they all ask me why (ayy) I chase the bag and then another high (lil' bitch) Spent a lot of my time waitin' Fucked up, still tryna figure how to face it, uh Got better vision like LASIK Fuckboy, get the fuck outta my face, bitch, uh Gunnin' for the top, I'm sprayin' Full metal shots, don't miss, I take 'em, uh Never really cared if I'm famous I make real shit while you just fake it I'm still on the run Oppositions tryna get me I'm still swervin' 'til I'm done Won't off the gas until it's empty All these bitches tryna front All my exes can't forget me I still fuckin' hate myself I still fuckin' can't accept me Bitch, I'm a fuck up, ay It's why I get fucked up, ay Bitch, I'm a fuck up, ay It's why I get fucked up, yeah I wish to want a simple life (lil' bitch) I'm mad, I can't be satisfied (ay) I fuckin' snap, and they all ask me why (ayy) I chase the bag and then another high (lil' bitch)
Writer(s): Corpse Husband, Dzunisa Masocha Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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