Don't Trust Me
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She don’t trust me.
I said, "Darling, I don’t trust you either."
She took a toke, and now I see why she just sticks to shisha.
Your boyfriend ain’t boss—he a leacher.
Fuck the love ting—she scoop low, I scoop deeper.
She don’t trust me.
I said, "Darling, I don’t trust you either."
She took a toke, and now I see why she just sticks to shisha.
Your boyfriend ain’t boss—he a leacher.
Fuck the love ting—she scoop low, I scoop deeper.
I showed her what she meant to me, and then she turned dead to me.
Months without talking, then randomly texting me.
They ask me where the raps gone—I've been hurt and abandoned.
In a bando, bagging weed, my BM throwing a tantrum.
Lower your self-esteem—you ain’t bad, you just got bad friends.
We got bullets for them spinners and MAC-10s.
I told you I’m tapped in.
Sixty in a whip—I ain’t strapped in.
And really, I don’t care if we crashed it.
My little girl look up to me—I just don’t understand it.
I had so many plans—I don’t know where all my plans went.
And so many friends that had my back and then stabbed it.
My own heart was broke before these females snatched it.
My little girl look up to me—I just don’t understand it.
I had so many plans—I don’t know where all my plans went.
And so many friends that had my back and then stabbed it.
My own heart was broke before these females snatched it.
It gets lonely in my head—things are hard to make sense.
I don’t know when I last crashed out—I’m starting to feel tense.
I told them niggas, "Don’t play—I’m too close to the edge."
I don’t know what I might do, 'cause I'm a whole different mess.
You should know—the way we’ve lived was not the best.
You’re hella cursed, but your pussy feel the best.
But I feel at home when you're laying on my chest.
And I’d hate to think your love for me is dead.
All the money that we spent—you’re so real, you didn’t flex.
I’ve been thinking 'bout our sex and the last time we met.
I’ve been on my iPhone for two days—you never text.
You know, you say I’m toxic, but what’s love without some arguments?
We both got trauma—but what’s pain without heart in it?
I touch your body—all I feel is deep scars in it.
I tell you not to worry, but the knife—you just sharpen it.
And I know what you're like.
You act fine, but you're barely getting by.
Fuck even tryna make this rhyme.
I know it’s my tape, but I actually hope you're doing fine.