And I don't know how you're feeling but I'm feeling like you

And all your roses are red and blue Tongues on fire and your heart's gone cold

And quite frankly it's all become so old

So old

Lil mama paint a picture more than a few times

Each one ends in my soul dyin

So I tell you fuck off and you shoot it right back

You say pack your bags, point to the door

You can go

Go

Go

Go

Go

Go