Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Woah-oh, oh-woah
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Woah-oh, oh-woah
I do not know the things you do
I can't control, the places you go
I let you down, I know it now
I'm sorry I, can't help it now
Damn, little shorty tell me that shit f*cking dead though
F*ck all of yo' opinions I can never care ho
Y'all doing the most and shit
Y'all boys are some trolls and shit
F*cking with my money bitch
You gon' get hit hard as shit
They call me a artist shit
I be making art and shit
I'm like Bob Ross, I got joy of painting shit
I'm like Calvin Joyner shit
I be doing flips and shit
Y'all pussies stay riding dick
I could never f*cking care no
I'm going home, nobody knows
I'm on my own, I'm screaming"oh"
I'm blowing up, I'm going up
I'm at a low, I'm down and out
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Woah-oh, oh-woah
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Woah-oh, oh-woah
I do not know the things you do
I can't control, the places you go
I let you down, I know it now
I'm sorry I, can't help it now
