you will never truly know me

I get mean when I'm nervous like a bad dog

Had to make a sad song

Tired of writin' love songs (Trap-A-Holics, bitch!)

If I keep bleeding in the sink, I won't last long

Listen to my shit where you saw your fucking wrists off

(This is strictly for the Traps N Trunks)

Play that, do that, let's do it

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I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair

I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare

I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind

I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme

I hate it- I hate the way you're always right, I hate it when you lie

I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry

I hate it when you're not around and the fact that you didn't call

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you

Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all

I get mean when I'm nervous like a bad dog

Had to make a sad song, tired of writin' love songs

If I keep bleedin' in the sink, I won't last long

Listen to my shit where you saw your fuckin' wrists off

She said, "It's me or the songs" and I told her

"Just leave me alone, just leave me alone"

Locked in my room every single day

That's where I feel at home, where I feel at home

I walk out at night and don't say where I'm goin'

She callin' my phone, she callin' my phone

All I wanna do, keep making my music

And smoking my dope, and smoking my-

You are so goddamn pathetic