Verse 1 Giving you a pseudonym I gotta make it vulgar Kissing you is ruining my whole predated soul search Gotta find me first I believe that begins with not hatin on my culture Say youre through with gender We were fuckin all the way from Autumn, June, December I just always bring it up to make sure you remember I am not the one I promise you, you could do better And you did Now were sittin like nuh uh we used to never wanna split Like fuck marriage right? Said we never wanted kids Like fuck parents right? Ah they never wanna live And they never wanna let me see you cuz of what I did But it wasnt even that bad I think its the fact that we always been a bad match That got me so damn into grass that once I tried, I cried for your ass back And you would laugh at me Am I funny though? Us had me like wait, whered my money go? They say make that money, honey Break up all of a sudden youre a money hoe Damn Two pans in the van whats cookin good lookin Dont be shaking my hand Now Im taking my stand We could take it out there if I be taking your man But You know I dont be taking out trash Come to me well rehash it Consequences, no actions I suggest you get past it Hyper stressed and thus I confess of lust Im possessive cuz passion Got his cigarette butts on me you know he swallows those ashes You know he swallows his pride a lot Bitch dont believe me just ask him Fuck what you think you gon fuck with me with your cuts in deep and those gashes HOOK I cant love you. Oh no I wont I dont wanna be sixteen again, Im just nostalgic Verse 2 And those lashes, wouldve never lasted I dont wanna be sixteen again Im just nostalgic Saying if I cant live with your love then Ill live without it And I lived on your eyelid, had to move out was so crowded Eyes on somebody else Eyes on somebody else Keep him in the car cuz you treat him like a star You aint seen him in the dark, can somebody help? Celebrating your celebrity, your celibacy Im paying hundreds youre selling fifty What the F is the point when youre hella thrifty? Go straight to the joint like embellished fifties Im raising my voice like a fella hit me Im changing the noise like novellas skipping in the middle of the night Cuz belittlement of wives can develop quickly Im so done, listen to the people that will talk but do not know us Were robust, theyre so crusty Were gold dust theyre so rusty You chose em, youre so trusting Expose em, runnin bitches out we go busting But theyre gone so its prolly ghost busting Now we on like two hoes thrusting Like hello, uh Below the Underground shit We go mellow dumb Like who the fuck be putting roofies in this jello stuff? I see this shit in party movies so I never come And you dont think it ever hurts me Well it does You dont think it was the worst thing Well it was Too busy bringing up my flaws like my god girl what you think Im jealous of?
nostalgic, like, cuz, busting, sixteen