INFJ Lyrics

Nike sweat pant wearing

Looking like I got jet lag

I just got to get bag no I'm not buying what you selling

Homie get back

Mr. Fuck em all

Mr. Cut em off

Mr. Open wound moist with alcohol

You a piece a shit

Yea I heard it all

You a piece of

You a piece of

Yea I heard it

Yea I heard it

In the ear and out the other

How you stay unbothered

I know what's underneath surface

Sticks and stones hit my bones

They like how this mutha fucker Not broken

Whether In bummy clothes

Or expensive robes

Shorty still gone like whats spoken

I can't help that fact I'ma

Think about myself

Stay away from drama

Moving like the mafia

Jet fuel I got a lotta

Full tank of gas

And Ion got no plans

Zip zip zero nada

I can't help if I'm selfish

Homie I'ma

Homie I'ma

Nike sweat pants wearing

Looking like I got jet lag

I just got to get bag no I'm not buying what you selling

Homie get back

Mr. Fuck em all

Mr. Cut em off

Mr. Open wound moist with alcohol

You a piece a shit

Yea I heard it all

You a piece of

You a piece of

I'm piece a shit

But fuck em if they switch

You no better than him

My clothes a different trim

Cut em off

Open wound

Dash of salt

It's Not my fault if you a bitch

We all grown move along

Homie cause I ain't ever gonna flinch

Mr. Fuck em all

Mr. Cut em off

Mr. Open wound

Downed the alc

Downed the alcohol

I can't help it

I can't help it

Oh I can't help it