’Nesha

[Verse]
See I been hurtin'
But I ain't let my momma know
I'mma throw this bitch across the room into the window
See, I'm vegetatin' on my mattress
The slashed wrists flash across the insides of my eyelids and lashes like a movie
I'll turn your current notions to a smoothie
If he talk to me for once
I spun a yarn to fuck a floozie
Wait no, she pulling strings until I ain't got shit to wear
Dance around the school and the buck looking for underwear
Shit

I've been feeling at my worst
Can't fix a meal until I pop a pro first
Pull a trigger on the nine till I can't seem to tell if the blood is your's or mine
Black hoodie in the dark
Tip-toeing in your home don't make the dogs bark
He's a lurking motherfucker
Cop those shots till he can't pop another in your abdomen

Yeah it's bad to sin
So I'mma roll another blunt with your ashes in
Bitch take another shot
But turn off all the lights if you hear a single cop
There's pigs in the street
Sir, no I didn't steal here look at my receipt
We got beef with the bacon
Hard to give back when the hogs keep takin

Worn vans and some now and laters
Turn your hood into a cheese grater
Grinding fader, never had the time
Kids fade too quick like the mist sublime
I get heads poppin', put the heat to your kernel
Can't see the sun, because the shade's paternal
Skin that bitch, then I'll sew another wife beater
I ain't need sleeves, 'cause that's where I put my feelings later

[Verse 2]
Phlegm on my pop filter
Spit till I'm off killter
Run in the rain and then realize that I split her
Part of my life that kept doing me wrong
At least I can put my thoughts into a song
You ain't nothing but dirty laundry to me
And I'm doing my darks first
Bitch I'll tell you when to curse
You done murder my mans
But wouldn't, you like to know that I'm piping your friends
In the places that we did
It's hard to pull out when you high off your mind
When your niggas is telling you "get it", you did
You did it again, and again
Again with you mad
Again with your dad
You selfish as fuck, and I'm sticking about just to get off a nut
You slinging 'yo shit from a mutt to a slut
And you nothing to me
You down on your knees and you praying to anything but
Don't look up at me until confession is done
The Father, The Son and the Spirit, the truth
But you lying with men till you bearing their fruit
There's snakes in the garden you run and you trip
Stop running your shit
The weed to my lips
So bitches is saying I come off too blunt
Hard to take shit, when 'yo ex was a cunt