Текст песни Mad At You - Bakester

Yeah

I'm mad at you
But I don't really know
What to do
Cause I don't really
Trust a thing
That you do
No I don't really
Trust a thing
That you do
That you do
I'm mad at you

Fuck
Fuck all these motherfuckers

Been some days since I spoke to her
She text me back she been thinking bout me
Trapped in a rat race chopping words
Smoking packs up in The 3
And this other girl who fuck with me too
But she got a man that don't meet her needs
Meanwhile my ex stays in the creep
And these groupie hoes stay on my feed
I'm at peace it's okay
Try to focus on life getting paid
Ain't no way they stay at my pace
Air Force lace stay stuck up in space
I think her pussy tastes like lemonade
And her ass like a peach, Palisade
She gets around the state just like Medicaid
Everything she want to say she barricades

I'm mad at you
But I don't really know
What to do
Cause I don't really
Trust a thing
That you do
No I don't really
Trust a thing
That you do
That you do
I'm mad at you

Yeah, I guess I'm still kind of mad at you
Late nights, sleepy afternoons
Memories, DMT and shrooms
And there ain't no way this life I made
Was to entertain
And I know most of them
I stay in their brain
But, so do they
And I felt the pain
Now I'm right back on track
With the racks of the cash
And my stash on the dash
But she lacking compassion
Tied down by the entire ass and
Back pockets keep a mask in it
Hi-hats and high grounds
You like that cuz you high now
And you fight back
Yeah you bite down
I guess you were right
Cuz I'm high now

I'm mad at you
But I don't really know
What to do
Cause I don't really
Trust a thing
That you do
No I don't really
Trust a thing
That you do
That you do