Don't Text Me

Listen man I don't need your help Do it all myself Burnin' all my bridges And I hope you burn in hell (ha-ha) I don't need your help Do it all myself Burnin' all my bridges And I hope you burn in hell Bet you laughin' momma struggle payin' taxes You relaxin', rose colors in your glasses I've been pretty passive, but I'm done with all the actin' I don't wanna see your face or your neck, bitch I'll snap it Alcoholic piece of shit I don't give a fuck about you, two faced snake So much that I don't trust about you Mom drive Cassandra to every single practice And every single shift and all her fuckin' classes You ain't really done shit for us You ain't really done shit Nah (u-oh) I don't need your help (I don't need your help) Do it all myself (doin' it myself) Burnin' all my bridges And I hope you burn in hell (hope you burn in hell) I don't need your help (I don't need your help) Doin' it all myself (doin' it myself) Burnin' all my bridges And I hope you burn in hell You bought a penthouse skippin' on support cheques You a fuckin' scum, going lower than the floor gets You a fuckin' black hole, you're a vortex Can't rain on me, I'm flexin' with some gortex Learned to drive myself, graduate myself And I really I ain't fuckin' like you, I don't hate myself I ain't turn psychopathic bitch into my wife So take your sorry ass and stay the fuck away from my life Don't text me Motherfucker don't text me