Closet Mad

I realize one thing about life, is it complicates you with how you should feel and how you should interpret things

But music is real straightforward, you just make bangers

Wait, ran up a bag, ran up a bag, ran up a bag and ever since

And ain't look back and I move past and I ain't asking how you been

She look bad and she want that but I can't have her on my skin

When I get that it's just to check put twenty thou up in her tits

Closet mad it's throwing fits

Got her gagging on my dick, I won't relax I'm finna spazz when I get back up on my shit

And she down bad I need to split, she back down I'm finna slip

I just might crack I cannot cap I bet that now she got that grip

Hold up, she saying nigga crispy, talking bout the excellence that I'm just steady pissing