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Christopher Brent Wood (born September 19, 1995), better known by his stage name Brent Faiyaz, is an American singer and record producer. He released his debut project, an extended play (EP) entitled A.M. Paradox, in 2016 . One of the best artist there is! more »

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Maybe it's the love, the drugs, the weed, the pussy
Maybe it's all the above, maybe I don't need a hug
Maybe I'm just fucked up
Maybe it's the love, the drugs, the weed, the pussy
Maybe it's all the above, maybe I don't need a hug
Maybe I'm just fucked up

I wanna have more threesomes but you're so territorial
I can't even kick it 'cause you watching my story though
I got ones you've seen and I've got some you don't need to know
I done gave more dick than a little
I know I'm the reason that you freaky now
You wish you could be the reason that I settle down
You done gave me all I wanted but I still got reasons
I should f*ck around, I should f*ck around

Maybe it's the love, the drugs, the weed, the pussy
Maybe it's all the above, maybe I don't need a hug
Maybe I'm just fucked up
Maybe it's the love, the drugs, the weed, the pussy
Maybe it's all the above, maybe I don't need a hug
Maybe I'm just fucked up
Maybe it's all of the above

Said, said
I said, "A thot gon' be thot," so, I'm like, "F*ck these bitches"
My son got a mother and I love her, so it's different
I'm here for one night, so, baby girl, what you sippin'?
I'm on some bullshit, my '94 Scottie Pippen
So save the last dance is when I'm drunk and when I'm hittin'
Your boyfriend lame, that boy puss', that boy kitten
Like, meow, come home to me now
It's me and my niggas, we lit and we wild
Yeah, and we don't care how you feel inside
It's me and my niggas, f*ck the other side
This is something like murder, no, it's genocide
You niggas livin' lies, this is civilized
Be careful who you judge and who you criticize
It's hard bein' a people person, when they kill their minds
Hard times, sendin' cold chills down my spine
It's dark now, at sunrise, I was feelin' fine
Nothin' on my mind, I swear I didn't wanna die
I'm outside on my grind, I don't believe in time
All these haters clockin' me, these diamonds leave 'em blind
Jealousy and envy, I swear I'm readin' minds
Baby mama called, sayin', "Yeah, you actin' different"
All these drugs and these hoes got you fuckin' trippin'
I made a million on the road, you'll be happy Christmas
Sayin' I would stay down but you know I didn't, yeah

Maybe it's the love, the drugs, the weed, the pussy
Maybe it's all the above, maybe I don't need a hug
Maybe I'm just fucked up
Maybe it's the love, the drugs, the weed, the pussy
Maybe it's all the above, maybe I don't need a hug
Maybe I'm just fucked up

Maybe it's all the above

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