[Isaiah]
One, two, three, four
Why do I find you so upsetting
You talk about your friends and I feel that black hole setting in
Why aren't your motives more upsetting
You seem so principled and yet have no problem talking shit
Loads and loads of it
Enough to make everyone
Sick fit my man, you ever learn how to dress yourself?
I don't mean to be a bitch but around you I can't be much else
I sure can't be myself
And there are people here who love you for whatever that's worth
I go back in forth
Cause you've never insulted me to my face
But you've done some awful things to the people that I love (oh oh)
And I think that's worse
And maybe all of this is just me
Incapable of being content with what I see
But you have no opinion of your own
Lost in conversation like a dog without a bone
Terrified of being alone
Don't acknowledge it, it just makes you
Sick fit my man, you ever learn how to dress yourself?
I don't mean to be a bitch but around you I can't be much else
I sure can't be myself
And there are people here who love you for whatever that's worth
I go back in forth
Cause you've never insulted me to my face
But you've done some awful things to the people that I love (oh oh)
And I think that's worse
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
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