This is a song about "I want you back no swearing"

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

Got no stendos if you want attention

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

I've got no fucking energy why do you think i want cocaine?

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

No, i need to go back, no i can't go back. i can't go back!

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

You don't want to push me too far i got no problems taking you out g

I don't want no fucking crown

I'm the talk of the town

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

But i never stopped swearing so i'm sorry for the wearing

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

I know your sad & you want me to come back but i cant

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego