Yeah
(Taylor bout to fucking flex)
Bitch
What the fuck is the point of this lovin bitch
What the fuck is the point of this lovin
It is buggin me, where the fuck yo texts?
It is buggin me, dreams of you hugging me
Aye poppin pills thinkin about you
Your the highest person in my world
Aye aye aye aye
Do anything for you baby
I’d do anything for you
Yeah you know that
Rappin bout this pills
Rappin bout my addiction
How will I overcome it?
Aye aye
Bitch I grew my hair out just cause I’m heartbroken all the time
666 in my bank account
666 in my bank account
People hate me cause I’m a white boy aye that’s how it goes I guess
Rеmember them timеs aye aye
Remember them times
Remember what you told me, told me I’m not worth your time
Aye
Pretty sure you only fucked me for the clout
It hurts when the love is fake (true)
It hurts when the girl is fake
Aye it hurts it hurts a fucking lot
Remember waking up, throwing up
Now I’m doing worse
I’m poppin pills
Hope I don’t overdose on them
Hope I don’t
Bitin my nails aye