History Repeats Itself ft. La Comb Lyrics

History repeats itself

Think imma repeat myself

Went from the top right to the bottom shelf

Really hope I don't defeat myself

Think I'll drink until I fucking melt

Red is all I see in hell

Consumed with all my fear

I think that imma be her

Cause I don't wanna leave her

I only wanna see her

She knows she's gonna leave me

Just like I knew I'd leave her

I left a trail of tears

Fear (repeating myself)

Bitches just love when I send em that Zelle

Talking that shit and I'll send you to hell

Might have to dip think I'm ready to sell

Crashed my whip

10k my bail

Runnin real quick so not locked in a cell

All of my friends were just calling my cell

Didn't answer because I'm off a spell

Sippin that potion and feelin too right

When it's too good know I'm hating my life

All my emotions too deep in my mind

Sippin till dawn would you look at the time

Can't find my watch when I'm feelin sublime

Might have to watch me I'm livin my prime

Forgive me cop when I'm committin crime

I should've walked but I wanted to climb

History repeats itself

Think imma repeat myself

Went from the top right to the bottom shelf

Really hope I don't defeat myself

Think I'll drink until I fucking melt

Red is all I see in hell

Consumed with all my fear

I think that imma be her

Cause I don't wanna leave her

I only wanna see her

She knows she's gonna leave me

Just like I knew I'd leave her

I left a trail of tears

I think that's what I fear

Went from the top right to the bottom shelf

Really hope I don't defeat myself

Think I'll drink till I fucking melt

Red is all I see in hell

Sniffin snow like a fucking elf

Skin me wear me as a pelt

History repeats itself

Went from the top to the bottom shelf

I bend that bitch over and tell her I miss her

I'm rockin Balenci and Gucci my sweater

My ice on my wrist my bitch getting wetter

I stay outdoors but I'm puffin indoor

Top floor boss and I'm rockin Dior

Top floor boss and I'm rockin Dior

I stay outdoors but I'm puffin indoor

My boy got a trigger finger

He ready pull up, So I don't play wit em

My bitch she bad, check how she walkin

Ya look, uh, she slayin em

I gotta go nigga

I got money to make maybe bout a hunnid m's

I look at my demons and face em

Takin the chrome heart timbs and I'm lacin em

Lately I've been shoppin

Searchin all my options

Way too many women

Know I always got it

Wearin black I'm in Rick Owens

Pickin womens' noses

Knowin womens' fashion

Fucking women passion

Think I needed more action

Feelin like a Baptist

Waiting for a rapture

Knew I had to have her

So I had to bag her

Penetrate I stab her

Cuttin like a dagger

Fuckin like Mick Jagger

Cum and then I rag her

Now I'm feelin sadder

Now I gotta recharge

Fuck her then I drag her