Yeah

Right here?

Fight just to fuck, just to fight again

World War III justified in bed

Mess me up, now we ain't even friends

But the truth is I'm kind of tired of

Pretending that I was the guilty one

I wasn't feeling up no one but you, yeah

Lessons that I just can't seem to learn

I never thought you'd leave me two for two, again

Lights out, strike out, I doubt you'll ever find anyone

These bitches can't measure up (No!)

Lights out, strike out, I doubt you'll ever find anyone

These bitches can't measure up

To my ankles

Levels? (Nah)

Levels? (Nah)

Ankles

These bitches don't make it to my ankles

Levels? (Nah)

Levels? (Nah)

Ankles

Strippers and liquor and cigarettes

Apologized, but your Twitter said, "No regrets"

I'd kill for a mute button in my head

You are right, but I'm tired of

Pretending that I was the guilty one

I wasn't feeling up no one but you, yeah

Lessons that I just can't seem to learn

I never thought you'd leave me two for two, again

Lights out, strike out, I doubt you'll ever find anyone

These bitches can't measure up (Yah)

Lights out, strike out, I doubt you'll ever find anyone

These bitches can't measure up

To my ankles (Period!)

Levels? (Nah)

Levels? (Nah)

Ankles (No, they don't)

These bitches don't make it to my ankles (Nah, nah, nah)

Levels? (Nah)

Levels? (Nah)

Ankles

2 feet, you're shallow

Too real, I know too well

Backwoods, you high

Backwards, 2 feet

Shallow, too real

I know 2 steps

Backwoods, you high

Backwards, boy

Okay