Letra

Can't rely on anyone these days You gotta do EVERYTHING yourself DON'T WE? That's okay we came prepared And Here We Go I don't trust you I really don't I really don't I don't trust you I really don't You know why? I don't trust you I really don't I really don't I don't trust you I really don't Cause life has to yet to be smooth for me Tell lies to the fucking youth for me That I was always happy and never lost my mojo Cause I feel like I shoulda never left my fuckin' dojo I was meditating when you had me on that yoyo Never thought love could bring me so low low Had so many dreams in my future by 21 it felt so far away Slowly realized I shoulda stayed sooner never put it up on layaway Cause I was made for this fucking music I feel like I've lived a thousand lifetimes Writing is just so fucking therapeutic Hope I can be 1,000 peoples lifelines And A$AP taught me to sit back and chill Pop no pills but on my tab add some mothafuckin' wine Cause I feel life is more than a thrill Love is a drug that feel fuckin' really unreal Hit you harder than the winter Unsure of how to really fuckin' feel In the end in your eyes I'm a fucking sinner I thought it was the universe telling me that I would never be a winner In this life but then I lost Cupid Now I'm feeling more fuckin' Lucid I can finally turn for the better Stop giving too much power to my thoughts Stop dreaming of you on my fuckin' dresser So I can connect those fuckin' dots Ya'll ain't really ready for this shit Cause ya'll not ready for all my mothafuckin' thoughts (Damn) I really don't trust you Broken promises rising to the top I promise this You wanna be friends But you ain't getting it Wanna stress me but I'm not fretting Truth be told your vibe I mighta dreaded it Wish I coulda resettled or reseted it I reckon our love you loved to wreck Couldn't blame me for my lust An' Super Suite Life we was always On Deck There was no need to fuss But that turned into a bust This music for me is a must So if that's why you lost trust Then that's why you lost us So if you still got that issue Prepare your next tissue Or wait for my next fuckin' issue About how I don't fuckin' miss you (Bitch) I don't trust you I really don't I don't trust you I really don't I really don't (Shit)
Writer(s): Makeda Beaton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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