Lyrics Infj - Sehba

Nike sweat pant wearing
Looking like I got jet lag
I just got to get bag no I'm not buying what you selling
Homie get back
Mr. Fuck em all
Mr. Cut em off
Mr. Open wound moist with alcohol
You a piece a shit
Yea I heard it all
You a piece of
You a piece of

Yea I heard it
Yea I heard it
In the ear and out the other
How you stay unbothered
I know what's underneath surface
Sticks and stones hit my bones
They like how this mutha fucker Not broken
Whether In bummy clothes
Or expensive robes
Shorty still gone like whats spoken
I can't help that fact I'ma
Think about myself
Stay away from drama
Moving like the mafia
Jet fuel I got a lotta
Full tank of gas
And Ion got no plans
Zip zip zero nada
I can't help if I'm selfish
Homie I'ma
Homie I'ma

Nike sweat pants wearing
Looking like I got jet lag
I just got to get bag no I'm not buying what you selling
Homie get back
Mr. Fuck em all
Mr. Cut em off
Mr. Open wound moist with alcohol
You a piece a shit
Yea I heard it all
You a piece of
You a piece of

I'm piece a shit
But fuck em if they switch
You no better than him
My clothes a different trim
Cut em off
Open wound
Dash of salt
It's Not my fault if you a bitch
We all grown move along
Homie cause I ain't ever gonna flinch
Mr. Fuck em all
Mr. Cut em off
Mr. Open wound
Downed the alc
Downed the alcohol
I can't help it
I can't help it
Oh I can't help it