I admit it
I admit it
Yeah you got me trippin’(x4)

I admit it
Ive been fitted
Screwed up now my girl is tripping
No sippin
The beat keep rippin
The lights flicker
Like candle burning wicker
I might trick her
Might take her back home
No liquor
Keep her close
No sticker
Trust no hoe
Let her go
I don’t wanna die
I don’t wanna
I don’t wanna die
I don’t wanna

I admit it
I admit it
Yeah you got me trippin’(x4)

(forget about me , forget about me)
And I'll forget about you too
I love you and I hate you at the same time
Wasted all my precious time can't rewind
I don’t wanna flex, when I pop a check
I just wanna go and buy back my ex
But yeah im good yeah im good don’t you worry bout me
Yeah im good yeah im good don’t you worry about me