THIS IS NOT A SONG THIS IS A MENTAL BREAKDOWN
(The Crimson Chin)
I would put the extra inch in
But she can't handle that shit
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Bitch I'm stressed out
Bitch I'm stressed out
Let him fuck, out his neck
He get stressed now bitch I'm stressed out
Bitch I'm stressed out
I got shit on my chest I can't let out
Bitch I'm stressed out
Bitch I'm stressed out
Bitch I'm stressed, bitch I'm stressed
Bitch I'm stressed out
Bitch I'm stressed out
Bitch I'm stressed out
Bitch I'm stressed, bitch I'm stressed
Bitch I'm stressed out, yeah
Mess with my head, they talk to me
White bitch snorted ketamine off my D
I'ma fuck that bitch if she offering
I'ma get up in her body like autopsy
Like hell, boy, feeling like Constantine
I don't really think God too fond of me
Better use your head boy, concentrate
'Fore you get your shit stuck
Like constipate like your bitch be on me
She nagging, like dee dee
He think that he all the shit all the kiwi
Give him a beating, he running like PE
223 in his mouth, like binky
Chopper hit him, now he hit up the nae nae
She go down on me, I'm not talking mayday
Let her suck me 'til I'm
Sleep and I'm lazy know some Crips
I'm with my cousin like Day Day
Haha, okay, okay thank you for tuning into
My mental breakdown, i appreciate it
Yuh, yuh alright, that's it, goodbye