I Know He Fucking up

I get high, she catch an attitude I'm running out of love

Upset, I spend my money on the studio and drugs

And I'm smoking on some good dope, mix it with the wax

I'm halfway through this sack and just purchased another pack

If this shit was meant to be, I know somehow we'd get it back

I know he fucking up, cause why you fucking me like that?

What goes around, go come around, I throw it in reverse

Ain't no more failed relationships, I feel like it's a curse

Aware I did you dirty, manifest he do you worse

Smoking on some shit that make a doctor cough and Christian curse