Lyrics made it work. - ConnorrrMac

In the past, made it work
Doesn't matter if we're ending in the dirt
Now run it up
Spend a bag
Doesn't matter I don't wanna take it back

In the past, made it work
Doesn't matter cuz I'll end up in the dirt
In a mask
Go berserk
Met a baddie, and she's actin' like a flirt
Rick James, kind of swag
Treat me like a cigarette, she wanna drag
Last time, it was cold
I don't even like the thought of seeing her alone

I'm supposed to know what's always on her mind
(Yeah)
Fuckin' up my flow, cuz I can't come up with a rhyme
I promise Imma shine
You the type to bring me back to life
(Yeah)
Got my bitch a Birkin, I ain't even check the price
I was feelin' nice
Ghosting a bitch when I'm bored, no Ouija
Ain't on tour, can't afford no Fiji
Fine girl tellin' me she wanna get with me
Heart start spinnin', Imma dance like Britney
I got her grinnin'
She like that I'm winnin'
Believe in my vision
I'm stuck in a dream
(Brrrr)
Beggin' to visit, and actually listen
Been countin' the minutes, I feel like a fiend
I hope she ride it like a Harley
Got her on cam, now we're watching iCarly
Said I gotta slide, I won't ever say sorry
Stank hoes, I don't wanna let em' harm me

In the past, made it work
Doesn't matter cuz I'll end up in the dirt
In a mask
Go berserk
Met a baddie, and she's actin' like a flirt
Rick James, kind of swag
Treat me like a cigarette, she wanna drag
Last time, it was cold
I don't even like the thought of seeing her alone

I've been gambling with my heart, treat it like casinos
Rambling, acting like a stud off a kilo
(Yeah)
Sick of people, acting evil
Back-stabbing till I'm bleedin'
I was geekin'
Tryna distract myself from fighting my demons
I feel the pain inside my bones
I can't explain this on the phone
I'm swingin' through my trees like I'm Indiana Jones
Got one love, I don't got time for a ho'
I'm sick of your shit and the way that it feels
Glad I lost you
(Uh)
Adderall got me skippin' my meals
I just popped two
So sick, I caught the flu
I don't think they heard me when I told em' that my pockets fat as Mama June

In the past, made it work
Doesn't matter cuz I'll end up in the dirt
In a mask
Go berserk
Met a baddie, and she's actin' like a flirt
Rick James, kind of swag
Treat me like a cigarette, she wanna drag
Last time, it was cold
I don't even like the thought of seeing her alone