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Knife in my back, yea, I'm feeling real nauseous Annoying ass bitch, yeah, I know you ain't talking 2 to my head, feeling strange, like a dope boy Flying in my white suit, peep it in my coffin Nobody loved me, now I'm up options Pour it in my double cup, now I'm not talking Find me off two perks, yeah, I'm real obnoxious Burn me up, cause I'm not going coughing Yea I had to keep it low, if I upped it, I'd be dead Gotta roll out all my feelings, in the grabba I'd be slept No more holding on the past, if I saw you, I'd be wrecked Kept the idols out of reach, so my presence wasn't slept And I told her not to love me, but she crying over sex She's left a note on my dresser, two more words than what it meant Dont got problems, ain't bout bitches it's the back door from the ex Don't let me roll out all my feelings, got a knife across my lip Got a knife across my lip, yea All that crying, wont be sleepy, yea Double cup, it wont be even, yea 2 more lines, im gon be sleepy, yea Knew you wouldn't be there Felt the stab on my back, knife season You told me not to worry about my feelings Now all I'm feeling is defeated Trying to find the hour, trying to find that perfect day Wasn't you, wasn't me, play it back, it's all you see Had a target on my back, twenty bills across my screen Yeah, I had to take my time, found out now it's jealousy And I told her all I got was dumb ass zips, quarter some weed Had no emotion in the rear, double cups, I'm sipping clean And I was dead sleeping in my cup, when I got the call Blasting out my speaker, all they hearing is my song I was dead, chilling in the coupe, when I heard the ball Addict gettin high, off the codeine, he withdrawal Pour it in my Sprite, told my mans I need a straw Upped it in my face, all I got to was a draw Yea I had to keep it low, if I upped it, I'd be dead Gotta roll out all my feelings, in the grabba I'd be slept No more holding on the past, if I saw you, I'd be wrecked Kept the idols out of reach, so my presence wasn't slept And I told her not to love me, but she crying over sex She's left a note on my dresser, two more words than what it meant Dont got problems, ain't bout bitches it's the back door from the ex Don't let me roll out all my feelings, got a knife across my lip