You feel it from your head to your toes
And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows
My balls mike tyson in the 90s
Baby i’mma mess, mess
The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
My ex wont settle for joint custody, she controls men like puppetry,
It's dark n' im writin barkin like i'm fightin for mike vick as my #1 critic
Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick
Confided in my boyfriend and talked all day
104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way
Don't play the beat, you might start singing boyfriend instead of my track,
Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back
"listen to the track bitch!" echoes
And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows
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