‎[Intro]
‎Hold on—ouch
‎You are now listening to iheartbagz
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‎[Chorus]
‎What, what you tryna talk about?
‎I don't really know, girl
‎What, what you tryna talk about?
‎I don't really know it
‎I been sad all day, but I don't really show it
‎Face up on the pavement, face up on a shirt
‎Every time I talk about my feelings, end up gettin' hurt
‎In the kitchen with my brodie, and my brodie cookin' work
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‎[Verse 1]
‎Talk down on the set, put his face up on a shirt
‎And I feel like killin' someone, but I don't know how it works
‎If I see that guy, stomp his face up on a curb
‎But that boy, you a bitch — yeah, you ran outta luck
‎In the cut like a scab, if it's up then it's stuck
‎He ain't know I had it on me, but I gotta keep it tucked
‎Opposition died today, I don't really give a fuck
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‎[Bridge]
‎Why you gotta be so hard?
‎It's not really hard at all
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‎[Chorus]
‎What, what you tryna talk about?
‎I don't really know, girl
‎What, what you tryna talk about?
‎I don't rеally know it
‎I been sad all day, but I don't really show it
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‎[Outro]
‎Oh my God, Koty, my piss burns
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