How can I make you happy?
Show me, homie!
But you ain't got patience to wait for
me So who the * I'm finna talk to now?
Ask me,
I'm the closest thing to Clark Kent
And Bruce Wayne mixed with Harvey Dent
Two of the faces I put on my wrist
The third one I had gay to your bitch
How the * I'm in LA getting CAT scans
And your dog had texts about wristbands
How I'm by myself,
way in Culver City And you wasn't with me,
just being petty
For real,
nigga, nigga, ayy, that's for *, yeah, nigga
Love mama,
love her to death,
always in your corner For real,
though,
bitches will * your whole * up
I can't live without her,
I can't live without her,
nigga
All this * feel like a setup, nigga
Thought I told you,
now I ain't coming to Wynwood to see you
You get drunk in that damn near evil
Wanna talk it out for the wrong reason
I'm mad I even made you feel like I need you
Bitch, my lil' red-eyed and poured Antigua
Block me on WhatsApp, cause I don't see it
I'm here with you, find all of your demons
If I told Michelle, she'd probably leave me
Boy,
I'm at home,
girls in your head all the time
They tryna judge me like I don't treat you right
This ain't Death Row, you can go all night