Mm, mm, mm
Don't worry, it's your soul tryna hurt me
Don't worry, it's your soul tryna
I'm still a post-modern, pre-drinkin', post-speakin', pre-thinkin'
Run up on a nigga with that flashlight on 'em with the bag, right
And if he tell you he my homie, it's a past life
I'm still a post-modern, pre-drinkin', post-speakin', pre-thinkin'
Run up on a nigga with that flashlight on 'em with the bag, right
And if he tell you he my homie, it's a past life, I'm still a
I don't do the pop ups, yeah
Hit me every time a nigga locked up, yeah
Full pics cropped from the watcher now
Don't need a rebound, nigga, every time a shot come down
It's not my senior, they got me lean, yeah
And my Rapunzel don't got bundles, she got shrink, yeah
Extended clips inside that car, don't 'cause no scene, yeah
Love me like the block, down to give it to the team, yeah
It don't work for me, work for me
Late-night calls don't work for me
Fuck it, what you feel like work to me?
And all them bitches that you work with worship me
It don't work for me, though, workin' on a leash
Used to lay up, now she workin' on her threes
We don't wake up from the surface on the streets
Right now, still workin' on me, yeah
I'm still a post-modern, pre-drinkin', post-speakin', pre-thinkin'
Run up on a nigga with that flashlight on 'em with the bag, right
And if he tell you he my homie, it's a past life
I'm still a post-modern, pre-drinkin', post-speakin', pre-thinkin'
Run up on a nigga with that flashlight on 'em with the bag, right
And if he tell you he my homie, it's a past life, I'm still a
Ay, bitch, I'm everything I said I am
No, bitch, I'm everything you read I am
I put my thing down
I went from cacklin' with bitches, laughin'
To pillow-talkin' on a dirty mattress, it's not the same now
I saved a seat, you'd rather to get to makin'
Ain't even speakin' to my brother 'cause that shit related
There's people holdin' grudges with me for some shit that they did
Bro, right, I mean at least you niggas get to fakin'
It don't work for me, though, work for me, yeah
Late-night calls don't work for me, uh
Fuck it, what you feel like work to me?
And all them bitches that you work with worship me
It don't work for me, though, workin' on a leash
Used to lay up, now she workin' on her threes
I don't wake up from the surface on the streets
Right now, I'm still workin' on me, yeah
Workin' on me
Ah, oh, no
Oh, oh
(Oh, ah)
I miss that rouger love
That keep your distance but come over love
That breakup text and makeup when you wanna close your love
That warm heart and cold shoulder love
That found a parkin' spot, but still in the car 'til this song over love, yeah
They led me through my mistakes if I'm still growin' up, huh
I still be thinkin' how they treated me before the love
When me and pop was savin' all our quarters in a warded jug
Then 2010, I caught you on that morning bus, now I'm in West
Behind the decade that I lost tryna be seen love
I don't miss you, I miss what I thought this could've been 'cause I been holdin' on to teen love
You may come in clean, I know I'm not the guy that you dreamed up, but just the in-between love, it's tired
Play Billie Eilish, that's when I decided that this song that happier than ever when you not invited
I need twice as much as therapy
Everything you said to me
Ghost because you dead to right, ghost because you dead to me
It's post-modern, most thinkin', least talkin'
Post-fleeces, pre-shrunken, my peace offerin'
Five bodies fuckin' like there's hardened de-forced
Baby, you don't wanna know what's in my mind, just keep talkin'
I'll let you blame it on the drugs when you switchin' hormones
Yeah, this shit that we been goin' through, no, this ain't normal
I'm performin' for your girls, gotta keep it formal
But you been way above that wall, we got different morals
Don't hurt yourself tryna hurt me, don't hurt yourself tryna hurt me
Don't hurt yourself tryna hurt me, don't hurt yourself tryna hurt me
Don't hurt yourself tryna hurt me, don't hurt yourself tryna hurt me
Don't hurt yourself tryna hurt me, don't hurt your
