FINAL CALL

Call me cryin' that you miss me Call me cryin' that you miss me When we're on the phone, you act like you don't fuckin' miss me This the final call, snap me, that's the final draw Put it out like a cigarette, sins burnin' on my skin Think I need the drugs right now I'm inhalin', you're my tormentor Mind so demented, tellin' me I need help Now I need help, prayin' for a nosebleed Call me cryin' that you miss me Cryin' when you kiss me Don't kiss me like you miss me This the final call This the final call Papa's at his bar, then I'm okay Am I happy? No way Walkin' with your ex, bitch thinks I'm stupid Next time I see Cupid I'ma shove that arrow down his throat I'ma kick him in the gut He's too easy, I'm crazy in the rut Bitch in my bed, bustin' nothin', leave R.I.A., that's the type of me Blonde hair, don't care, mix the bleach with The nair Mixin' it with a potion, bitch, we got Many emotions Hung up like some sneakers on a powerline I'ma get mine, make me feel like shit You don't wanna make me feel like an addict You know a, you don't know a butler's toxic Relationship tragic And ballin' so hard like I'm playin' for the magic But not hard now, grab some matches Poo-poo, I'm tellin' no matches Room full of toxic, toxic excess Put an X on a bitch and leave her Raise my heater and delete her, yeah She don't even know Call me on the, call me cryin' that you miss me Call me cryin' that you miss me When we're on the phone, you act like you Don't fuckin' miss me That's the final call, snap me, that's the Final draw Put it out like a cigarette, sins burnin On my skin Think I need the drugs right now I'm inhalin' my tormentor, I'm findin' too romantic Tellin' me I need help, now I need coke Prayin' for a nosebleed, call me cryin That you miss me Call me cryin' that you kiss me And kiss me like you miss me That's the final call, that's the final call Left you, then found someone new And you're pissed at me, what's new You cheated and I let it slide Thought you were the one, no Barney and Clyde Textin' my pop, made me look like a bad guy With a bad diet, yet again, I chose wrong Lookin' at my heart, bitch, who let you win? Made a mistake for doin' it in the beginnin You're gone, I'm winnin', smile on my face, no frowns Like a dick to the clown, October, yeah, it's doctor's season Yellin' at me for no apparent reason Cause you're a good king to the treason Allergic to you, allergic season Piss me off, kill me inside, I'm glad you're Gone, no more stressin' Here's three words I should've said, go Go f*ck yourself