Warm Hit

I've been counting bands I've been losing friends Can you hold my hand Mmm, hold my hand And the frozen Out on both wrists I'm the chosen I'm the culprit I'm the culprit I'm a victim I'm the murderer Of the system 12 bars in And now this one's Like a warm hit Bitch, I need one Bitch, I need you, yea, to hold it down When I see you, yea, it's going down Bitch I bleed through, yea, just look around Can't believe you God damn I'm in this bitch and I'm killin' it, flow to ceiling the way I be holding it down I know you don't wanna feel it but baby it's realest whenever you is not around Look in your eyes and I feel it but you do not feel it so why is you kidding You stealing my vision like it is your mission Girl why is you dissing I thought I been told ya' that I do not like that shit They ask if I'm bout it I tell em that I always fight that shit Pull up on you and we fight type shit I do not want to delight type shit Already thought I been told you that I am not folding so why do you lie like this Hannah Montana in vegas the way she be shakin' her ass tryna pipe that bitch But I think that I'm growing attachments You was way better than last bitch Tryna read you like a caption Betting on you like in investing Feel like a facts list I'm not the type to go cap shit Oh, oh, oh Think I'm loving you Since the first time I saw you Been hoping that it was true I've been up all night thinking about you wanna love on you I've been hoping that you have, too You don't want love all night? oh cool You just want f*ck all night? oh cool! I love you and that's the truth yeah Take you out And go stupid Take you out To the Cubans Or Havana Wit cabanas To Nebraska Or Alaska Lemme ask ya' Is it true Do you love me like I love you? Do you trust me like I trust you? Now I'm running from the truth