​tea kettle

[Verse 1]
Go on inside enough, just enough for all of us
I think you is tough with that bit in your gut
Dust collected in my cuts, fuckas tell us what
Tell me that i’m such a stupid motherfucker
I might blow my brains, sir, I don’t want no danger
I don’t want the change of my canvas won’t paint her
Don’t become a stranger to these talks
And all that i’ve kept it in a lie
Let me surprise all my highs left me to die

[Bridge]
Left me to die, left me to die
Dust collected in my cut
Dust collected in my cut
Dust collected in my cut
FUCK THAT

[Verse 2]
Same case, same place, we in the same place
Can’t get your brain, give a fuck about a punk
With his bitch, same cut your own way
Bust back to his face she gon piss on my grave, yuh (fuck that)
I got myself and this bitch that I know
You want a fuckboy that flex till he choke
I keep my feelings a low as they go
Have a fucka backbend do the limbo
Take notes, take em high for their pesos
Them bitches do what I say so
They want me dead it’s ok though
They want me dead it’s ok though
FUCK BITCH YOU NEED ME FOR THIS? (what)
GATHER MY SOUL TILL I FLIP
SHE LIKES THE TASTE OF THE LIPS
IMMA BUST OUT OF THIS SHIT (what)

IMMA BUST OUT OF THIS SHIT