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Maybe all these problems are me

Maybe you should get up and leave

Unimpressed, I express how I want this to be

All you do is talk my friends go here and their man is this, and their getting lit

Up in everybody business, never looking at yours (Never looking at yours)

Crying at my feet today, then your throwing a fit

What type of shit?

You better quit

I adore you that's the pain I exercise

They told me all these toxic loving got me traumatised

I'm better on my own, but your a drug I need a high

I'm jealous I'm so jealous I can't even try disguise

For better or for worse

Your lovings just a curse

I'm victim to a spell

I'm victim to your turf

Your pussy on my tongue I really taste you in my words

I taste you in my verse

Maybe we can go back to how it used to be

Fuck your friends, I know, that they only wanted me

No-one in your side you didn't wanna believe

Pour me up some filth, I'm toasting up to the ceiling

Give me all your issue I promise to make them go

Stacking up my demons I'm stacking up all my dough

Maybe we can go back to how it used to be

Maybe we can go

I need more than just your time

Twenty-four hours need twenty-five

Twenty-four bitches you're on my mind

Twenty-four carat in every ring, uh

Give me your pussy don't even flinch, uh

Show me your vision don't miss a thing, uh

Dick in her mouth you trying to sing huh

Give me a second I need a break

All this Tom Ford, blasphemy got me feeling so godly

Fuck me

Never shared no bread with the enemy

Let them hate, let them talk, he's just fan of me

Grown men on my page

Grown bitches on my dick, might as well be on my dick and go the way

I guess they heard me say I fornicate

I guess she waiting for my birthday

I need money every single day

Maybe we can go back to how it used to be

Fuck your friends, I know, that they only wanted me

No-one in your side you didn't wanna believe

Pour me up some filth, I'm toasting up to the ceiling

Give me all your issue I promise to make em go

Stacking up my demons I'm stacking up all my dough

Maybe we can go back to how it used to be

Maybe we can go