[Verse 1]
I'm a ragamuffin n***a
Ain't nothin better than an automated trigger
[?] some other moment that I figure
I figured maybe we could talk for a minute
We can talk for a minute
You and I both know imma treat you dirty
Laundries in the [?] by the hoes in the [?]
We laying down on gravel emotion with the found dates
Sounds great see you when I see you maybe 'round eight
These are just my walls see
Guys are just a break too
We'd rather go with impulse than to ever see a breakthrough
Most of the time when we tell you that we love you
While I tell you that I love you
But I never really loved me
All the pissy in the busy talkin' fuck behind your back
Fuckin' on your friend like "girl I lost my mom too"
I ain't really get me and I ain't get you
Add you to my party needs a mage just for a breakthrough

[Chorus]
And I can't do myself like that (ay)
I can't do myself like that

[Verse 2]
I might still love you but my heart don't-don't
The photos cap desert when the camera see-seen it
Stomach in the fash-fash factor in the treatment
We might've had a baby-baby father- father preachin'
You might've been a lady if your pussy wasn't creepin'
Intentions are as shady as exotics on the weekend-weekend-weekend
Throwing up excuses form unfairness
I don't believe in marriage
I'll never see your parents

[Chorus]
I can't do myself like that
And I can't do myself like that