ANKLES [Remix]

Yeah, right here? Fight just to fuck, just to fight again World War III justified in bed Mess me up, now we ain't even friends But the truth is I'm kind of tired of Pretending that I was the guilty one I wasn't feeling up no one but you, yeah Lessons that I just can't seem to learn I never thought you'd leave me two for two again Lights out, strike out, I doubt You'll ever find anyone These bitches can't measure up, no Lights out, strike out, I doubt You'll ever find anyone These bitches can't measure up To my ankles Levels? (Nah) levels? (Nah) Ankles These bitches don't make it to my ankles Levels? (Nah) levels? (Nah) Ankles Strippers and liquor and cigarettes Apologized but your Twitter said "No regrets" I'd kill for a mute button in my head You alright but I'm tired of Pretending that I was the guilty one I wasn't feeling up no one but you, yeah Lessons that I just can't seem to learn I never thought you'd leave me two for two again Lights out, strike out, I doubt You'll ever find anyone These bitches can't measure up, no Lights out, strike out, I doubt You'll ever find anyone These bitches can't measure up To my ankles (period) Levels? (Nah) levels? (Nah) Ankles (no they don't) These bitches don't make it to my ankles Levels? (Nah) levels? (Nah) Ankles Why it's always me that gotta feel bad? You left me in a heartbeat quick, fast Couldn't handle me in the quicksand But you want me to hold you down, like a kickstand Fuck you and whoever I know that I'm better, she'll leave you whenever You show her the truth, must suck to be you You can't be yourself 'cause she won't be amused You can't do right 'cause the bitch left you And it's crazy 'cause, you had me looking crazier than crazy does It won't ever go back to the way it was She's not on my level, you could've done better She wanna get under my skin, but, I never could let her I'm fly as a feather Baby its levels, oh, baby its levels, ha Lights out, strike out, I doubt You'll ever find anyone These bitches can't measure up Lights out, strike out, I doubt You'll ever find anyone These bitches can't measure up To my ankles Levels? (Nah) levels? (Nah) Ankles These bitches don't make it to my ankles Levels? (Nah) levels? (Nah) Ankles Oh my God, there's your bitch Oh my God, you make me sick 'Cause I'm mad trouble, drippin' in money and thick But I'm back on my shit Know that she doesn't ride it like I used to ride it That dick so hypnotic, that pussy psychotic Feast on it baby, like body to body The way that I do it, compare to nobody Y esa, esa niña ni me da por los tobillos (Jesús) Tú sabes lo pongo bien sencillo Saying lights out, lights out I doubt you'll find anyone To measure up to me, boy Lights out, strike out, I doubt You'll ever find anyone These bitches can't measure up Lights out, strike out, I doubt You'll ever find anyone These bitches can't measure up To my ankles (period) Levels? (Nah) levels? (Nah) Ankles (no they don't) These bitches don't make it to my ankles Levels? (Nah) levels? (Nah) Ankles Two feet, you're shallow Too real, I know too well Backwoods, you high Backwards, two feet Shallow, too real I know two steps Backwoods, you high Backwards