Lyrics WYA, pt. 2 - wifisfuneral
Notice
me,
singin′
my
pain
just
like
Jodeci
Notice
me,
singin'
my
pain
just
like
Jodeci
Notice
me,
singin′
my
pain
just
like
Jodeci
Hol'
up,
like
I
just
popped
a
xan,
can't
think
about
you
(Ooh)
Cuttin′
on
my
wrist
in
the
booth
(Ooh)
Yeah,
I′m
in
my
feelings,
that's
true
(Yeah)
Rather
be
dead
or
with
you
Popped
two,
three
percs,
now
I′m
floating
on
the
moon
Fuckin'
on
a
thot
ain′t
new
(Okay)
Count
a
hunnid
bands
in
the
room
(Okay)
Thumbin'
through
the
stacks
in
my
True′s,
like
I
just
popped
a
xan,
can't
think
about
you
(I
can't
think)
Cuttin′
on
my
wrist
in
the
booth
Yeah,
I′m
in
my
feelings,
that's
true
Rather
be
dead
or
with
you
Popped
two,
three
percs,
now
I′m
floating
on
the
moon
Fuckin'
on
a
thot
ain′t
new
Count
a
hunnid
bands
in
the
room
Thumbin'
through
the
stacks
in
my
True′s,
like
Ooh,
ooh,
ayy
Yeah
yuh,
yeah
yuh
Yeah
yuh,
yeah
yuh
(Hol'
up,
like)
Yuh,
yuh,
yuh,
yuh
Yuh,
yuh,
yuh,
yuh
Took
a
while
for
you
to
notice
me
(Facts)
Singin'
my
pain
just
like
Jodeci
(Ooh)
I′ve
been
thumbin′
through
bands
so
ferociously
(Ooh)
And
I
keep
them
bags
just
like
some
groceries
(Ooh)
And
I'm
poppin′
on
pills,
got
me
jaded
(Facts)
Poppin'
on
xans
and
I′m
all
in
the
matrix
(Facts)
No,
your
new
nigga
can't
beat
me,
he
fakin′
No,
you
won't
fuck
with
me,
baby,
stop
playing,
saying
Now
I'm
back
in
my
bubble,
no
muffle,
that′s
depression
(Yuh)
Thumbin′
through
the
guap,
about
you
I'm
not
stressin′
(Yuh)
Kick
your
shit,
check
your
shit,
walkin'
in
Giuseppe′s
Kick
your
shit,
check
your
shit,
walkin'
in
Giuseppe′s
But
I'm
thinkin'
′bout
you
on
the
low-low
Got
me
all
hard
copying
all
these
photos
Heard
your
new
nigga,
yeah,
he
so-so
(Facts)
He
can′t
fuck
you
like
I
do,
yeah
you
know
so
(Ayy)
Real
shit,
that's
a
fact,
yeah
my
heart
not
intact
(Uh)
Thinkin′
'bout
the
days
I
used
to
fuck
it
from
the
back
(Uh)
Got
me
callin′
on
your
phone,
yeah,
I'm
askin′
"where
you
at?"
(Uh)
Callin'
on
your
phone,
yeah,
I'm
askin′
"where
you
at?"
When
you
know
you
need
daddy,
you
can
sit
upon
his
lap
(Uh)
Bang
up
on
my
line,
I′ma
answer,
that's
facts
(Yeah,
okay)
Got
me
clutchin′
on
my
fye,
I'ma
up
her
on
this
gat
Got
me
clutchin′
on
my
fye,
I'ma
up
her
on
this
gat
Like,
I
just
popped
a
xan,
can′t
think
about
you
(Ooh)
Cuttin'
on
my
wrist
in
the
booth
(Ooh)
Yeah,
I'm
in
my
feelings,
that′s
true
(Yeah)
Rather
be
dead
or
with
you
Popped
two,
three
percs,
now
I′m
floating
on
the
moon
Fuckin'
on
a
thot
ain′t
new
(Okay)
Count
a
hunnid
bands
in
the
room
(Okay)
Thumbin'
through
the
stacks
in
my
True′s,
like
I
just
popped
a
xan,
can't
think
about
you
(I
can′t
think)
Cuttin'
on
my
wrist
in
the
booth
Yeah,
I'm
in
my
feelings,
that′s
true
Rather
be
dead
or
with
you
Popped
two,
three
percs,
now
I′m
floating
on
the
moon
Fuckin'
on
a
thot
ain′t
new
Count
a
hunnid
bands
in
the
room
Thumbin'
through
the
stacks
in
my
True′s,
like
Ooh,
ooh,
ayy
Yeah
yuh,
yeah
yuh
Yeah
yuh,
yeah
yuh
(Hol'
up,
like)
Yuh,
yuh,
yuh,
yuh
Yuh,
yuh,
yuh,
yuh
I
just
popped
a
xan,
can′t
think
about
you
Cuttin'
on
my
wrist
in
the
booth
Yeah,
I'm
in
my
feelings,
that′s
true
Rather
be
dead
or
with
you
Popped
two,
three
percs,
now
I′m
floating
on
the
moon
Fuckin'
on
a
thot
ain′t
new
Count
a
hunnid
bands
in
the
room
Thumbin'
through
the
stacks
in
my
True′s,
like
I
just
popped
a
xan,
can't
think
about
you
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