DEADMAN JOiNT

Dead men in my pocket I got skeletons in my closet Dead men in my pocket I got skeletons in my closet, yeah I'm sorry shawty I can't keep letting you hold me back I'm tardy Your dream car is a Rarri But you keep calling while I'm recording Why you want me, um, yeah You say I'm promising Put you in that lingerie one time Now you're bothering You come to me with problems Cause you don't know where your father been I'm in the city While you got your feet on the ottoman Kicked up Lounging and shit It's a promise Yeah Bitches be sayin' I got baggage and shit I call them scars though I apologize (Truly sorry) Know I'm controlling (I'm scarred) Old hoe (Bitch) She was ho'ing On me I gave her my heart She ripped it apart I know that I'm making it hard I know that I'm making it hard on you With her I let it get to far Every time I open up to somebody They strike on me Just know my f*ck up outta love I don't want no rivalry I be fuckin' up and shit but like It's all out of like Love and shit You be on that shit too I know your heart though It don't make it no better that I remember like, it was a hoe I ain't talked to that bitch in like Four years That bitch called my phone in the car You got pissed off and shit You hated it They think they know me (She was ho'ing) (On me)