ANKLES [Remix]

Yeah, right here?

Fight just to fuck, just to fight again
World War III justified in bed
Mess me up, now we ain't even friends
But the truth is I'm kind of tired of

Pretending that I was the guilty one
I wasn't feeling up no one but you, yeah
Lessons that I just can't seem to learn
I never thought you'd leave me two for two again

Lights out, strike out, I doubt
You'll ever find anyone
These bitches can't measure up, no
Lights out, strike out, I doubt
You'll ever find anyone
These bitches can't measure up
To my ankles
Levels? (Nah) levels? (Nah)
Ankles
These bitches don't make it to my ankles
Levels? (Nah) levels? (Nah)
Ankles

Strippers and liquor and cigarettes
Apologized but your Twitter said "No regrets"
I'd kill for a mute button in my head
You alright but I'm tired of

Pretending that I was the guilty one
I wasn't feeling up no one but you, yeah
Lessons that I just can't seem to learn
I never thought you'd leave me two for two again

Lights out, strike out, I doubt
You'll ever find anyone
These bitches can't measure up, no
Lights out, strike out, I doubt
You'll ever find anyone
These bitches can't measure up
To my ankles (period)
Levels? (Nah) levels? (Nah)
Ankles (no they don't)
These bitches don't make it to my ankles
Levels? (Nah) levels? (Nah)
Ankles

Why it's always me that gotta feel bad?
You left me in a heartbeat quick, fast
Couldn't handle me in the quicksand
But you want me to hold you down, like a kickstand
Fuck you and whoever
I know that I'm better, she'll leave you whenever
You show her the truth, must suck to be you
You can't be yourself 'cause she won't be amused
You can't do right 'cause the bitch left you
And it's crazy 'cause, you had me looking crazier than crazy does
It won't ever go back to the way it was
She's not on my level, you could've done better
She wanna get under my skin, but, I never could let her
I'm fly as a feather
Baby its levels, oh, baby its levels, ha

Lights out, strike out, I doubt
You'll ever find anyone
These bitches can't measure up
Lights out, strike out, I doubt
You'll ever find anyone
These bitches can't measure up
To my ankles
Levels? (Nah) levels? (Nah)
Ankles
These bitches don't make it to my ankles
Levels? (Nah) levels? (Nah)
Ankles

Oh my God, there's your bitch
Oh my God, you make me sick
'Cause I'm mad trouble, drippin' in money and thick
But I'm back on my shit
Know that she doesn't ride it like I used to ride it
That dick so hypnotic, that pussy psychotic
Feast on it baby, like body to body
The way that I do it, compare to nobody
Y esa, esa niña ni me da por los tobillos (Jesús)
Tú sabes lo pongo bien sencillo
Saying lights out, lights out
I doubt you'll find anyone
To measure up to me, boy

Lights out, strike out, I doubt
You'll ever find anyone
These bitches can't measure up
Lights out, strike out, I doubt
You'll ever find anyone
These bitches can't measure up
To my ankles (period)
Levels? (Nah) levels? (Nah)
Ankles (no they don't)
These bitches don't make it to my ankles
Levels? (Nah) levels? (Nah)
Ankles

Two feet, you're shallow
Too real, I know too well
Backwoods, you high
Backwards, two feet
Shallow, too real
I know two steps
Backwoods, you high
Backwards