paroles de chanson Dropout - MiloVance

You not answering your phone, how can we know that you're sad
Oh I guess you right kid, you know that that was my bad
I tend to blow off people that's close, I think it comes from my dad
But it's hard to know who just puts on shows but stabs you in backs
My back against the wall, so I guess I'm one with my plaques
Tryna get a grip but it seems to slip out my grasp
Stepping over shit that used to have me trip off my path
But shits not adding up, I used to do well at math

Shits not adding up I guess I'll dropout the class
But quitting always felt like a cop out instead
Shits not adding up I guess I'll dropout the class
Thought I had it on lock, but now I'm locked out my head

Lock me out
Bitch I'm walking out
We should talk it out
Look who's talking now
You talking loud
Let's smoke some weed
Oh you talking now
So many dates with Lucy
Now I'm losing count
You should know I'm talking bout Lucifer
Feelings like I'm high as Jupiter
Bitch don't kill my vibe, but she an executioner
She walk to her own beat
There's no producing her
She used to call me baby, but I'd give her a few of them

Shits not adding up I guess I'll dropout the class
But quitting always felt like a cop out instead
Shits not adding up I guess I'll dropout the class
Thought I had it on lock, but now I'm locked out my head

But I'm a big dog, I rip the motherfucking collar off
So sick, everyone around me just has to cough
I'm nodding off, got me feeling I'm not enough
I can tell most of y'all never had it rough
That's why my chain got a diamond crust
I think I'm on the cusp
I think you on the ropes, so here goes a fucking uppercut
My innermost,
Thoughts could probably need atoned
I got my house in order, but is this house a home

Shits not adding up I guess I'll dropout the class
But quitting always felt like a cop out instead
Shits not adding up I guess I'll dropout the class
Thought I had it on lock, but now I'm locked out my head