- wifisfuneral WYA, pt. 2 歌詞
- wifisfuneral
- Notice me, singin my pain just like Jodeci
Notice me, singin my pain just like Jodeci
Notice me, singin my pain just like Jodeci
Hol up, like
I just popped a xan, cant think about you (Ooh)
Cuttin on my wrist in the booth (Ooh)
Yeah, Im in my feelings, thats true (Yeah)
Rather be dead or with you
Popped two, three percs, now Im floating on the moon
****** on a thot aint new (Okay)
Count a hunnid bands in the room (Okay)
Thumbin through the stacks in my Trues, like
I just popped a xan, cant think about you (I cant think)
Cuttin on my wrist in the booth
Yeah, Im in my feelings, thats true
Rather be dead or with you
Popped two, three percs, now Im floating on the moon
****** on a thot aint new
Count a hunnid bands in the room
Thumbin through the stacks in my Trues, like
Ooh, ooh, ayy ayy
Yeah yuh, yeah yuh
Yeah yuh, yeah yuh (Hol up, like)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Took a while for you to notice me (Facts)
Singin my pain just like Jodeci (Ooh)
Ive been thumbin through bands so ferociously (Ooh)
And I keep them bags just like some groceries (Ooh)
And Im poppin on pills, got me jaded (Facts)
Poppin on xans and Im all in the matrix (Facts)
No, your new ***** cant beat me , he fakin
No, you wont **** with me, baby, stop playing, saying
Now Im back in my bubble, no muffle, thats depression (Yuh)
Thumbin through the guap, about you Im not stressin (Yuh)
Kick your s**t, check your s**t, walkin in Giuseppes
Kick your s* *t, check your s**t, walkin in Giuseppes
But Im thinkin bout you on the low-low
Got me all hard copying all these photos
Heard your new *****, yeah , he so-so (Facts)
He cant **** you like I do, yeah you know so (Ayy)
Real s**t, thats a fact, yeah my heart not intact (Uh)
Thinkin bout the days I used to **** it from the back (Uh)
Got me callin on your phone, yeah, Im askin 'where you at?' (Uh)
Callin on your phone, yeah, Im askin 'where you at?'
When you know you need daddy, you can sit upon his lap (Uh)
Bang up on my line, Ima answer, thats facts (Yeah, okay)
Got me clutchin on my fye, Ima up her on this gat
Got me clutchin on my fye, Ima up her on this gat
Like, I just popped a xan, cant think about you (Ooh)
Cuttin on my wrist in the booth (Ooh)
Yeah, Im in my feelings, thats true (Yeah)
Rather be dead or with you
Popped two, three percs, now Im floating on the moon
****** on a thot aint new (Okay)
Count a hunnid bands in the room (Okay)
Thumbin through the stacks in my Trues, like
I just popped a xan, cant think about you (I cant think)
Cuttin on my wrist in the booth
Yeah, Im in my feelings, thats true
Rather be dead or with you
Popped two, three percs, now Im floating on the moon
****** on a thot aint new
Count a hunnid bands in the room
Thumbin through the stacks in my Trues, like
Ooh, ooh, ayy ayy
Yeah yuh, yeah yuh
Yeah yuh, yeah yuh (Hol up, like)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
I just popped a xan, cant think about you
Cuttin on my wrist in the booth
Yeah, Im in my feelings, thats true
Rather be dead or with you
Popped two, three percs, now Im floating on the moon
****** on a thot aint new
Count a hunnid bands in the room
Thumbin through the stacks in my Trues, like
I just popped a xan, cant think about you
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