[Intro]
The prophecy foretold that my wrist is looking very nice
Looking through the woods, see some wolf and a pair of eyes–
Eyes–, eyes–, eyes–, eyes–
I'm thirty four years old, and I'm dying, I don't know where to turn
[Verse]
The prophecy foretold that my wrist is looking very nice
Looking through the woods, see some wolf and a pair of eyes
I don't need shit, deer in the headlights
I put that bitches body on a bed of ice
Ball on this bitch in some Ugg's, I don't wear Mike's
This bitch got the game fucked up, she can't get it right
Put the polе to his face, that bitch turned white
Brain mattеr everywhere, I fucked up his mind
Brain matter everywhere, I fucked up his mind
Bitch, I'm serving white dog, look like Brain Griffin
I'm in the trap house listening to Limp Bizkit
This bitch said I'm mansplaining True Religion
I said, "Bitch, you don't get it, so quit bitching"
I'm thirty four years old, and I'm dying, I don't know where to turn
Goth bitch on me, say she want to wear Affliction
Told her I don't want that, I just love drug addictions
Popping out, squeezing thirties on a mission
Take a thirty, take a thirty, now I'm itching
[Chorus]
Now I'm itching, now I'm itching
Now I'm itching, now I'm itching
Now I'm itching, now I'm itching
Now I'm itching, now I'm itching
itchin was written by DjNYT3M4R3.
itchin was produced by nyli & slaywitme.