[Verse 1 Cam Meekins] She was anemic, I told her I was hemochromatosis She dont believe it And now she acting like she dont know me But let me take it to the back room, let me take it to the tippy top Let me live my dreams then stop Let me get high when you lick my lips Let me get by when you talk that shit Let me go fuck myself, right? Thats what you mean when you stopped responding? Waited all night but I still got nothing. Fuck it, Im like fuck you women [PreHook] Woah, wwwwhy you gotta do that? Why you gotta play me everyday and put me through that? Why you gotta tell me that you love me then leave Wwwhy you gotta gimme gimme gimme your disease And I tellem like [Hook] Fuck you Im out x4 Time to go and wild out Fuck you Im out x4 Time to go and wild out Fuck you Im out x4 Time to go and wild out [Verse 2 Chris King] Gone in a blink of an eye And my eyes leak in amazement As I ride try to clock [?] get high and I drop feeling unappreciated Cuz if I gotta ride switch sides I pray I die and I hit the pavement Cuz I ride for you, do I die for you? Baby girl and you know aint shit to play with Well if I watch you, beg to me Cant you just stay a bit? But if I left would you get struck when you know this shit is dangerous All I wanna do, all Im gunna do is hold you close cuz time is wastin And I know it gets hard sometimes, I cant lie I still need my baby Put it all in a pot and I fuck [?] my pain I burn a couple of pounds I cover your phone with messages feelin so low write in my clouds [?] You got me chasin you, but please dont give me the runaround I know what I said, I dont mean it but I dont dumb it down Ill take a night on the town [Hook] [Verse 3 Cam Meekins] Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah So many bad bitches up in my room Looking up at the moon Im on that top down questioning myslef like, what the fuck am I doing? Cos I was 15, just a normal kid Making beats by myself to escape the depression Put it on YouTube then I start flexin Now everybody just wanna make checks, and Wanna have sex and do drugs Wanna buy cribs with new rugs Wanna be so damn famous But, do I even want this shit? Theres a reason that nobody talkin this shit Cos its boring as fuck, when you vibing this shit In the crowd, you took mad E with your friends Witcha friends on the weekends cos you dont see no ends They call you a hypocrite Because I made a song and they depict every line that I spit And they shit, and they find that I write all the shit And producing it, like, yeah right when I spit like Shit the fuck up with all your emails and details Telling me that I need help And who the fuck gave you the right To sit here and tell me a song I should write? So I could all these angers bottled up But on the other side Im just a normal kid To a couple people I care about And theyre all shocked when they see what I did in a video And I ask some girl to date, but When we hang out Im stressed I get texts from a intern, from a record label Telling me that I aint got no good tracks Then when I text her the next day She dont wanna talk cos shed rather run away cos Thats just how the game goes So I sit and figure out how to have both A real life, and a rap life With a jackknife whammed both sides out like I dont even have nothing left so I send her a text like Fuck you Im out
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