Everybody knows

Everyone knows

Every girl you meet

When you go talk to a girl in a club and you're going "hi my name is Terry"

She knows

They all know

I hope you become every insecure cause you fucking should be

Everyone who's ever glanced at your pathetic miserable face has known that you have a fucking miniscule

I'm sitting with my boy

We don't discuss elephants

I'm trying to act normal

Really keen on selling it

More jumpy than usual

Snapping back at his jokes

Laughin' loud as shit like he don't know how to read tone

But he know, and I know, so he casually notes

Little things he like bout being single

Then it's back to the roasts

Then it's back to the ropes

Look

One day I'll forget it, he says actually no

You don't wanna forget, you just wanna move on

I don't need a lecture right now, this shit actually blows

Lickin' his lips, we make eye contact

Woah

Cigarette stained teeth biting the edge of the Coors light

I only got an eight left, brother, roll tight

Don't drop my weed and don't touch my fucking keef

Especially don't fucking act like that was your light

The fuck you mean, I saw you put that shit in your pocket

Give me my fucking lighter back, bro, stop it

Talking like love is a serious topic

I don't got the profits to just sit there and talk like a prophet

Shut the fuck up, you don't got the answers (you don't know)

Mr. Libra telling girls you a Cancer (you ain't grown)

Mister, I need a small loan (plus you're broke)

He said, listen, don't take it to heart, bro, but (listen bro)

Heartbreak made many men put many wrists on ice

Took the same wrists to heaven as a sacrifice

And if you're waiting for somebody else to live it with

Can you even tell me if you're really living life (dead)

Wounded men wounded me and I still keep it going

I need your new man to be woundable

I need to know it

I need to know he a bitch, he should know I loved you better

And if I didn't, I hope you lie when we're back together

Wounded men wounded me and I still keep it going

Oh, be careful out there

Wounded men wounded me and I still keep it going

Oh, be careful out there (don't get shot)

My boy, he a rockstar

Hella girls on his roster

I'm trying to get like you, bro

What does it take to prosper?

Why am I always ashamed?

What am I making up for?

Put his hand on my thigh

Let's find out, lil' whore

I ain't wanna do it

But he's so commanding

Get on your knees, bitch

So good at this man thing

He whip it out, holy shit, that's when he's soft?

I can't look away, I'm watching him beat off (hypnotized)

He like, go for it, I'm like, stop playing, what you mean

I'm a stoner, my throat's been numb since 2015

So I'm guckin his shit, I got that meat-jaw

Then it just slips, I love you, you know what I mean dawg?

He like, okay, don't act sus, head's what I'm in need of

It's not sus, you're talking to me, dawg

I resent the same plate I eat off

He look down, I bit that shit clean off

Wounded men wounded me and I still keep it going (dance)

Keep it going, keep it going, keep it going

Wounded men wounded me and I still keep it going

Keep it going, keep it going, keep it going

khodaya

Keep it going