She don't want me to show emotion

But then she's freaking about every fucking thing

Like, you know this ain't right

So now I'm not showing nothing



I don't even wanna talk to you

Like, girl you really ain't worth it

I don't really want to fuck with you

Like I don't really think you deserve it

I miss the time when I went out to lurk

And hide in the shadows right behind the curtains

This bitch is off on a Xan or a Perc

Cause she really thought I would get her some Birkins
So I really had to put her to work

Cause I ain't really paying shit for the flirting

She asked me how many bitches I've hurt

That's when I told her to mind her own business

Like how could I fix it?

Like I'm not religious

I had a time in like 2018, but I'm not religious

I had a bitch and that bitch was a mean one, always was bitching

So as a joke I say "go to the kitchen, make me a sandwich."

I see her listen, but she isn't laughing

I see her broken, I'm willing to fix it

I'm calling it interest

This girl is a futuristic looking model, so I try to fix it
I knew that the shit wouldn't work but I tried it

But I should've listened



She don't want me to show emotion

But then she's freaking about every fucking thing

Like, you know this ain't right

So now I'm not showing nothing

She don't want me to show emotion

But then she's freaking about every fucking thing

Like, you know this ain't right

So now I'm not showing nothing

She don't want me to show emotion

But then she's freaking about every fucking thing
Like, you know this ain't right