I went through hell and back
I made a few songs about that
(she like that)
I lost all my shit
I had to back track
I was falling in love with a bitch
I had to stop that
Carrying all these feelings on me
Like a back pack
I gave her what I could,
she ain't like that
She leaves and come right back
And I like that
I mean I haven't even performed a show
She screaming like she aiming for the high note
She gives me head
And her throat
That's some spice would quote
This some of the realest shit
A nigga ever wrote
I'm issuing all smoke
She FaceTime me because she like how softly I smoke
And how I spoke
Ohh
Yea,
She a bad bitch
She like a actress
She on the mattress
Asking how much I'm packin
Nipples harder than a cactus
And she just lay there
And she just lay there
And she throw her legs in the fucking air
