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Transcribed by patrick and nicola
[sarah:]
"I am tired and I'm bored,", he said. /
"and I've got kinks in my bed. /
This work, how I hate it, I'd
your clique the group pic is a sext
Fresh Oysters!
Got the salmon up next
Samsung Motorola
Motorboating a chest
By coastal with some bi girls who biting
its rare
In the south like where you been?
I been over there
I don't got no fucking friends, I'm all by myself
But I'm with my fuckin twin
And my gang
kill slime
Tell ya patna pick his snake up
She been in da gym
I can tell by the waist
She been eating fruit
I can tell by the taste
She think I got hoes
never tried
It's too late to fix the issue
You're blinded by the lies
She hopped in the ride
Glanced at my eyes
I noticed
Devil disguised
God in my life
please i got cheese
My whole team ill rick O, we blow by Os
Real cutthroat
Fuck a ho, we 'bout that dough skate racks
Break club flow go on her jean jack'
She know I ain't runnin' out of loot (no, no), brain one, multiply by two (let's roll)
Pockets steak, eatin' wagyu (steak), niggas fake, yeah, they
man, you know, to sing a worried song
I've got issues, yeah
Like I miss you, yeah
And I wish I weren't so thick
I'm making myself sick
If that phone
It's okay He got an image to portray, so the misfortune gonna spread to my offspring
Or is it even ill-luck, or the rules of attraction
Lacking
Oh she say, she say
That we not okay, okay
Girl just come my way, my way
It's gonna be okay, okay
We got our issues but we can fix them
One
don't be telling me you here
I got trust issues so I'm riding by my lonely
See what's up with me so she's tryna pull up on me
She don't stand me but
don't ask me who, where, what when or how
I know I got me and a good partner beside me
One that will never try to desert of defy me
So who are you to tell
that)
Came in a dress, you gon' leave in a mink, I can promise you that
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Permanent issues got me thinkin' outside
Got on my darkest shades, this man is made
Inherit no riches, Jehovah's my witness
Physical fitness, home economics
In the kitchen digital scales
I got heart and I got issues
I'm not smart when Im with you
Ofc imma miss you but fuck a tissue
Running up the bands because money heals the pain
Lets get nasty
You can taste my offspring
You can have the world
That's what I'm offering
Aint sweating these hoes
Im fighting them off me
She got my
a happy home
Damn right she the wallpaper mac phone
She got my name around her neck
They know what is mine
I said my shorty she a flex and we coincide
I
because him
Didn't wanna pressure you
But you got caught up
Just to persue
Trust issues
Trust issues
No longer love you
No longer love you
it on camera
Angel by day but during the night
She lowers her standards
666, come get your bitch
She riding with the clique
She's down with the shits
a happy home
Right she the wallpaper mac phone
She got my name around her neck
They know what is mine
I said my shorty she a flex and we coincide
I remember
this you just might go
I got some trust issues it's not your fault
Wanna be stuck with you hate being apart
I hate being alone I knew that from the start
Well, shit, they really my offspring
My flow like morphine
Painless
But don't cross me
I make you wanna off yourself
Just by talking softly
Cause I talk
Bitch, I can't complain, my life ain't perfect
Universe has shown that some great lives are put through conflict
Yeah I got problems, you know I'm
Yeah… uh huh, let's go, let's go
I got way too motherfuckin issues
To be acting like I miss you
Home and alone when I miss you
I don't even got no
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