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Both Ways
by G@ge
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I'm sick of myself
Fuck it I said it I'm sick of myself
Honestly shit ain't been goin too well
And I gotta quit smokin it's bad for my health
When I look at myself I'm like bruh what the hell
You say you need closure bitch do it yaself
So I ain't coming over I don't wanna yell
And I don't wanna hold you my body will melt
Cause I'm really just tryna forget how you smell
And I'm really fucked up but I'm focused on wealth
So I'm tuckin my shirt in my Louis V belt
He know he'll get hurt so he tucking his tail
Could have bought a Ferrari what's been on my scale
And I'm not saying sorry I'm wishing you well
I set fye to the rain like my name was Adele
I got numb to the pain you can probably tell
I'm smokin propane (yeah)
My lil bitch go both ways (yeah)
Stay down and I won't change (yeah)
I'm just tryna maintain (yeah)
She tryna be my main thing (yeah)
Cut that bitch off like a switchblade
I'm finna whip my wrist like a beyblade
Can you please put that shit right in my face bae
Ima kick it with ya bitch and I could be her sensei
I could fuck it up and get it all back in the same day
I be coming different yeah you know I had to switch lanes
I be going crazy I ain't even dropped a mixtape
Yeah I had to learn I gotta make a couple mistakes
I'm just tryna find a couple different ways to get paid
Tie my shoes up I ain't tripping what a bitch say
Baby I don't wanna fall in love I wanna get laid
I'm sick of myself
Fuck it I said it I'm sick of myself
Honestly shit ain't been goin too well
And I gotta quit smokin it's bad for my health
When I look at myself I'm like bruh what the hell
You say you need closure bitch do it yaself
So I ain't coming over I don't wanna yell
And I don't wanna hold you my body will melt
Cause I'm really just tryna forget how you smell
And I'm really fucked up but I'm focused on wealth
So I'm tuckin my shirt in my Louis V belt
He know he'll get hurt so he tucking his tail
Could have bought a Ferrari what's been on my scale
And I'm not saying sorry I'm wishing you well
I set fye to the rain like my name was Adele
I got numb to the pain you can probably tell
So cold I could make a bitch anemic
My old bitch take me shopping in neimans
She got her own shit man I love to see it
She got no kids but she want my semen
Try to hop on the wave might get seasick
I know I'm finna blow up cause I really just believe it
Come and pick ya hoe up cause I really don't need it
Gotta get the dough up bank account gotta feed it
I just pulled up in a fuckin tank can't see it
I'm sick of myself
Fuck it I said it I'm sick of myself
Honestly shit ain't been goin too well
And I gotta quit smokin it's bad for my health
When I look at myself I'm like bruh what the hell
You say you need closure bitch do it yaself
So I ain't coming over I don't wanna yell
And I don't wanna hold you my body will melt
Cause I'm really just tryna forget how you smell
And I'm really fucked up but I'm focused on wealth
So I'm tuckin my shirt in my Louis V belt
He know he'll get hurt so he tucking his tail
Could have bought a Ferrari what's been on my scale
And I'm not saying sorry I'm wishing you well
I set fye to the rain like my name was Adele
I got numb to the pain you can probably tell
I'm smokin propane (yeah)
My lil bitch go both ways (yeah)
Stay down and I won't change (yeah)
I'm just tryna maintain (yeah)
She tryna be my main thing (yeah)
Cut that bitch off like a switchblade
I'm finna whip my wrist like a beyblade
Can you please put that shit right in my face bae
Ima kick it with ya bitch and I could be her sensei
I could fuck it up and get it all back in the same day
I be coming different yeah you know I had to switch lanes
I be going crazy I ain't even dropped a mixtape
Yeah I had to learn I gotta make a couple mistakes
I'm just tryna find a couple different ways to get paid
Tie my shoes up I ain't tripping what a bitch say
Baby I don't wanna fall in love I wanna get laid
I'm sick of myself
Fuck it I said it I'm sick of myself
Honestly shit ain't been goin too well
And I gotta quit smokin it's bad for my health
When I look at myself I'm like bruh what the hell
You say you need closure bitch do it yaself
So I ain't coming over I don't wanna yell
And I don't wanna hold you my body will melt
Cause I'm really just tryna forget how you smell
And I'm really fucked up but I'm focused on wealth
So I'm tuckin my shirt in my Louis V belt
He know he'll get hurt so he tucking his tail
Could have bought a Ferrari what's been on my scale
And I'm not saying sorry I'm wishing you well
I set fye to the rain like my name was Adele
I got numb to the pain you can probably tell
So cold I could make a bitch anemic
My old bitch take me shopping in neimans
She got her own shit man I love to see it
She got no kids but she want my semen
Try to hop on the wave might get seasick
I know I'm finna blow up cause I really just believe it
Come and pick ya hoe up cause I really don't need it
Gotta get the dough up bank account gotta feed it
I just pulled up in a fuckin tank can't see it
