Jam

Alright f*ck it

after 2 months

you still don't get me

you are so high school
I live with a fool

who don't see how I love

and keep picking those f*cking particular things

to say I dont care bout you

keep showing me that muthaf*cker face

what do you expect

you think I'm going to say sorry baby forgive me

kneel down to you and lick your so-called wound

f*ck it

I'm not high school luyi

I'm no longer bound to anything

I'm no saint
my mind is twisted

my tank is narrow

my throat is just the size of a straw

I spit the sh*t that I don't like

if you can't take my way then just detach from me

I dont owe you a muthaf*cking love

dont plot with me

dont tell me plan

dont block me

always stand next to me

Or else it's over bitch