GOTTA GET OFF

I don't want to talk at all I don't want to talk it over

And I'm never breaking your heart And I'm never breaking your soul

Now I wanna be alone Gotta get off of you

I gotta get off Gotta get off

I don't want to talk at all

I'm fixing myself Fuck with these bitches not good for my help

I'm livin, I'm dippin, and Mason, Margelia I want more than this, huh, yeah

I'm sick of my stomach bout money ain't thinking bout flowers and gifts

I'm thinking bout power and piff I'm looking for sources, reasons

Ain't thinking bout weddings and rings I'm thinking bout shit that I need, hold on

I need a million a week I need a crib out elite, yeah

I'm feeling like what mine's ours But you know if it's ours, that shit come with hours

**** plan went sour can't buy that bih nothing can't buy a vowel

Tryna scan for land, new router Can't share the info, cause these **** doubt us

Hold on, huh, I'm feeling myself, huh, huh

Livin, I'm dippin, and Mason Margelia I want more than this, huh, yeah

I'm sick of my stomach bout money Keep thinking bout flowers and gifts

I don't wanna talk at all I don't wanna talk it over

Now that I'm a brick in your heart and I'm sad for ripping in your soul

Now I wanna be alone I gotta get off, gotta get off

I gotta get off, gotta get off