This is a song about "I don t want to quite"

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

I don have to explain myselfi dont have tochange for nobody if you dont like me

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

You don;t thin anymore

I ain't happy with the score

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

I want to feel the elevation

My talent should take me places i've never been

And i want you to stay

We've gon so far astray