Oh
Somebody must've hit they head on the concrete
Bloodshed, you were standin' at the end of my street
Watch me turn the knob quick, wipin' my feet
Step inside, lock the door behind me
Fuck you
Somebody must've hit they head on the concrete
Bloodshed, you were standin' at the end of my street
Watch me turn the knob quick, wipin' my feet
Step inside, lock the door behind me (Behind me)
Sittin' on that bench, contemplatin'
You a dumb fuck, stuck sitting there, waiting
Tryna blame me for the problem inflating
Chemical X is not what you're creating
Back to the lab with your ass, you a goofy lab rat
Ratatat like it's cream on chrome (On chrome)
If I hit you with a text, you just gonna want sex
I don't want that, I'ma go home (Go home)
Smoke a few trees and invest in Gail Lewis signed vests
I'm a problem incase you didn't know (Didn't know)
This shit's not me, I confess, I'm the puppeteer's best
I am geeked, sittin', bumpin' Mike Jones (Mike Jones), uh
Woah, oh, oh (Oh-oh)
Woah, woah-oh
Woah-oh
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