I can't help feel I been mistreated Won't you listen to me Despise all that I see All that I feel All that I want to be Burned, blistered and raw Tearing apart All that is sane to me A blind man asked an angel

All my niggas made for it (made) Don't ask about them whips and them houses and jewelry All my niggas made for it (made men) 'Cause all that shit is paid for (cash) All my niggas made for it (one more time) 'Cause all that shit be paid for (cash) Hello,

Cap-ass, rap-ass, bat her in her back ass You know you ain't built like that, play and get your ass smashed All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash I'm a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for

That's what you do to me I don't know what you call it but, uh I start a conversation and my mind goes blank When asked my name I can't even think I'm just not hungry when it's time to eat My blazer's on backwards, shoes are on the wrong feet Well some

La, la, la, la La, la, laa (huh) This that him that's talking shit La, laa, la, laa Oh my god, Ronny Like a Quarter Pounder, I found her She with a boy think it's Ned Flanders She said that, really nice

Oh, I'm just a girl I'm alone, on my own Oh, but life goes on Trying to find a place in this world And that's all I know, I'll be strong, I'll be wrong And that's all I know I don't know what I want, so don't ask me 'Cause I'm still trying to figure it

Can't be getting mad what, you mad? Can't handle that Wish we could switch up the roles and I could be that Tell you I love you, but when you call, I never get back Would you ask them questions like me, like where you be at? 'Cause I'm out, four in the

Change that will make everything okay Well the stars are out tonight And I got nowhere to go But my nowhere is somewhere You really don't wanna know And in the morning, I'll be at the stoplight Looking kinda strange Asking for forgiveness And begging for

Go 'head do what you came to do You want the truth, you can't handle the truth We on a need to know basis and you don't need to know Wanna know all the things that I used to do When I keep it on the real you get an attitude You want to follow my past

I'm sipping pink, Lucozade We're blazing on that new found haze I'm seeing in the blacks and grays, I'm Hoping that the basket sways Left to right Sit and talk shit all night Does that make it right for so Maybe, or am I just seeing shit? Seeing the pain