Biscuit boy clique

I don't even know how to tell her
That I just don't feel the same
And I know that she's just trying to pick my brain
I don't even know how to tell her
That I just don't feel the same
And I know that she's just trying to pick my brain

Baby look at me I know I am mess
You told me that I was one of the best
What do you mean, yeah
Baby get off the bean, yeah
She be tweakin' yeah, she slidin' off the lean, yeah
I just fuck her then I kick her out the door
Tell that bitch I don't need her no more
She like "why" I said baby "you're a whore" uh
You be asking me what can I afford like
Get the fuck out of my face
I can't fuck with no fake bitch
Yeah she just wants my riches but it's okay
I tell her that i'm done with her
Yeah I'm done with her

I don't even know how to tell her
That I just don't feel the same
And I know that she's just trying to pick my brain
I don't even know how to tell her
That I just don't feel the same
And I know that she's just trying to pick my brain