Fxcc It

(アルバム： MSYKM - 2020)

Know the way a nigga living was whack
Told 'em get a nigga back like fuck it
Now you mad and cursing and you screaming, why you acting like
You know what? Fuck it
But it's mine when we fucking
Know the bitch mean nothing
Is you leaving or you comin'?
Said it's in your stomach
Hit it 'cause you love it, we could run away

We be fucking 'til the sun start watching
Neighbors start listening
How was I to know that you was feeling all different?
Maybe I ain't listen when you said I ain't listen
Do we climax or I'm trippin'?
Why you still stressed?
Asked did I do it, said "Yes"
Bite marks, prints by your neck
Pain in your face, close enough to smell each other breath
Both hands gripping both breasts

Know the way a nigga living was whack
Told 'em get a nigga back like fuck it
Now you mad and cursing and you screaming, why you acting like
You know what? Fuck it
But it's mine when we fucking
Know the bitch mean nothing
Is you leaving or you comin'?
Said it's in your stomach
Hit it 'cause you love it, we could run away

We be fucking all night 'cause you free tomorrow
You be thinking I'm with bitches, I ain't see your call
It was nights where we was chilling, we ain't sleep at all
Other nights we was fucking and we sleep it off
Say a nigga way give you more reasons
I was tryna put you in four seater
Probably be crying in that four seater
We coulda been together at Four Seasons
You don't hear 'em stressed like that
Where you going dressed like that?
How you done, just like that?
Forward to the next like that
Damn, you used to text right back (Brand new)
Devil with Prada girl heel
I was checking in to wish you well (Brand new)
Used to have to carry the bell
Where you going smelling like Chanel?

Know the way a nigga living was whack
Told 'em get a nigga back like fuck it
Now you mad and cursing and you screaming, why you acting like
You know what? Fuck it
But it's mine when we fucking
Know the bitch mean nothing
Is you leaving or you comin'?
Said it's in your stomach
Hit it 'cause you love it, we could run away

We be fucking 'til the time no matter then
You be thinking like, "Damn, why I was mad again?"
Soon as a nigga leave, then you sad again
Long-ass text, in your bag again
Taking bitches gas again
Wish we could laugh again
Hand prints on your ass again
Couldn't last as friends, you sipping on that glass again
Daydreaming 'bout the past again
How you trust that nigga?
How you even touch that nigga?
Man, that shit crazy
How you even have time for nevermind
Man, that shit crazy
Good girl, bad for summer
Old pick make a nigga wonder
New pick make a nigga love her
When we get bad for each other?
When we get bad for each other?

Fuck it