Seeing Red
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I-I'm still seein' red
Every day, I wake up feelin' fucked up (Fucked up)
And I don't wanna hear you, so just shut up (Shh)
Can't you see that I don't wanna talk to you?
So get up out my face (Get up out my face)
Now, you got me screamin', "Fuck love" (Fuck love)
Look at all the lies that you coughed up
And I don't wanna think of you
So get up out my head
I swear, I'm over it all, hundred missed calls
Going through them withdrawals, baby
I don't want you to walk away (Yeah)
F-U-C-K you 'til the end
Count down the days until I'm dead
Feel like I've had enough
I'm trapped and stuck with the voices in my head
F-U-C-K you when you left
Now it's me, my gun, and your silhouette
My time is winding down
I'm trying now, but I'm still seein' red
Nine shots, look
I keep a middle finger up
Nina in the tuck
We don't give a fuck (We don't give a fuck)
Red flag gone, 2Pac
Juice, we gon' hit him up (We gon' hit him up)
Feel like I'm buggin', hearin' voices
If we got smoke, you can't avoid it
I had him silenced for them noises (Bop)
Niggas pussy, they been a disappointment
Tell him, "Lay down," ain't givin' niggas choices
They gon' shoot once I get to finger pointin'
Do 'em greasy like we applyin' ointment (Grrt, baow)
When you talkin' remember what you said
I can't fall out with members over bread
At the end, I'm the realest ever pledged (Grrah, look)
Tried to kill me
But I'm already dead (Listen)
Give a fuck what a nigga said
Aim for his head, not his legs (Grrt, grrt)
Some might need to go on a drill
Rich Rollin' Crip, but this a code red (Code red)
Know I spent a bag on a Rollie (On a Rollie)
Run it up, fuck what he told me (What he told me)
Bought that bitch a Bimmer, pussy Aquafina
Lookin' like Angelina Jolie (Angelina Jolie)
Had to let 'em know, keep all that shit on the internet
Niggas ain't really gon' pull up (They won't pull up)
Double-M, bitch, we the fever (We the fever)
And your main bitch throwin' the hood up (Throw it)
Go do a sweep, ran out of luck (Out of luck)
Postin' them tweets, boy was a bluff
Gave him the green beans and the pump (And the pump)
It ain't shit for me to lift you up (Lift you up)
And you know I don't give aโ
F-U-C-K you 'til the end
Count down the days until I'm dead
Feel like I've had enough
I'm trapped and stuck with the voices in my head
F-U-C-K you when you left
Now it's me, my gun and your silhouette
My time is winding down
I'm trying now
But I'm still seein' red
R-R-red, n-n-now
It f-feels red
It f-feels red
It f-feels red
It f-feels red n-now
But I'm still seein' red