I might leave for no reason
Got a closet full of demons
Might fuck you over no Repercussions
Hope I'm ready when the reaper Comin'
Already said I don't like ya,
So why the fuck would i fight ya
I'm outta touch with these hoes
And I think i'm better alone, Better alone better alone
Shots to the face, i feel like Manolo
I give her the white, she sniffin The coco
I flew her to london she never Seen snow Though
I drink when i wanna, I fuck who I wanna
She sing on the dick, she must be Madonna
Hair Pocahontas, but i can not Trust her
Goes back and forth, every single Time
Somehow I'm always wrong, Wrong, oh no
I been isolated before corona
When's it hit the fan i was fine at Home
I might leave for no reason
Got a closet full of demons
Might fuck you over no Repercussions
Hope i'm ready when the reaper Comin'
Already said I don't like ya,
So why the fuck would i fight ya
I'm outta touch with these hoes
And I think I'm better alone, Better alone better alone