Bound

I'm sick of your shit, so done with it So my plans to do a deviating thing Might be illegal, guess I'm a criminal, but it'll all be worth it in the end Your shit won't be here when you leave me tonight Check the doorstep and your phone for your flight Your car won't be here no it will be long gone Left you a present in our four door garage Hit me with that okay hit me with that champagne hit me With that OJ your bitch sayin' no way I'm about to take flight mile high it all night ill be praying for you tonight Real friends don't come and go, real friends always stay afloat If you think I need your soul I'll go ahead and pray for your soul He knows very well that I might start a fight I hope when you sleep I'm appearing in sight My deviation is my best creation and I'm never patient I won't sit here waiting Your shit won't be here when you leave me tonight Check the doorstep and your phone for your flight Your car won't be here no it will be long gone Left you a present in our four door garage Do I make you nervous now? Do I make you praise the ground? You'll get whats comin' now, karmas a bitch go and hand me my crown