Worst Luck ft. Connot

Ain't no way, I'm supposed to make it out

And there's no way, I could fake it now

How did me and you, end up making out?

Damn I went all in, and you're taking yeah

So I had that Worst Luck, I'm a god no demi yuh

One call I'll put you in a hearse and, have you reaching out to God

She wants designer purses, shes the one that wants 'em bought

I've been running from my cursin', and it's not long till I'm caught

They like a band aid, try to keep down when I'm coming out the cut

And I've seen all the girls around me turn themselves into sluts

I've been getting chased by my past, you know I got to run