[Interlude: Martin Lawrence]
I gots to talk
I gotta tell what I feel
I gotta talk about my life as I see it

[Chorus: LOTTA GRAND]
I don’t care if she fucking hates me
I’ve always wondered why they sending pics to piss off older ladies
Tossing and turning in my sleep with smiles of the weak
Crying in the stores
Bullets in the doors
Death, of course
He can’t run course
Fuck it, I just kick in the door

[Verse: LOTTA GRAND]
Lyrical testament, while I’m lyrically testing it
And I’m feeling it messing with words we come across
Words become tossed
Words become the cross
Tic tac toe you’re life is lost, hold up
I know you’re sad, I’m kind of mad
Just kidding, I’m kind of glad
You’re kind of mad, haha

[Chorus: LOTTA GRAND]
I don’t care if she fucking hates me
I’ve always wondered why they sending pics to piss off older ladies
Tossing and turning in my sleep with smiles of the weak
Crying in the stores
Bullets in the doors
Death, of course
He can’t run course ('Cmon)
Fuck it, I just kick in the door