Текст песни QUARANTINE - Berran Lee

Girl you got me fucked up
First you had me feeling lucky then I lucked up
Soul snatcher like a vacuum I got sucked up
Ask me if I ever loved you, girl I must've
Outta town, look around we in the same club
Try to pull myself together but I been drunk
Thinkin he gon treat you better I know he a punk
Times I wish I never met her talkin to my unc
Tryna act tough

He said, hollup, you know what you did
Crybaby what they called you when you was a kid
You got ya own car, own money, own crib
Now you wanna play the victim when she tired of ya shit
Well yeah, guess you gotta point
I mean I'm constantly tryin hard not to disappoint
And now I'm constantly inside the studio with joints
That'll make a dove cry like well you get the point
I'm tryna go about it different with a new perspective
With all these female distractions tryna be selective
It ain't really impressive
I mean cool, leave an address and then later
They be undressin, we sexin, that's when I leave em stressin
After come I come back to my senses
You hype me up and I been trying not be pretentious
All the while women actin like they be niggas these days
Who gon be the one to pull the quickie quicka these days
I need quarantine
Don't take it personal gimme space
I need quarantine
Feel the toxicity in my ways
I need quarantine
No chill, ain't lookin for a bae
I need quarantine
Forreal I'm keepin shit at bay
She ignoring me, we ain't been talking the whole day
Shit is boring me
Had my fun, she wanna play and keep it going see
If I'm walkin up, she walk away
Storing every week, shit to be mad about like okay
Now I'm pourin heat
This the only way you'll listen
Take a lot to get me hot but you a push to start engine you hella robotic
I'm the ghost inside the machine
I play it melodic
A good girl tryna be mean
You dressing exotic
Tryna make me miss what I'm missin yeah you moving toxic
Harley Quinn out for revenge you actin psychotic
Guess I'm the joker in the end, I get it I got it
I'm a clown did it on purpose, regret when you watch it
But you keeping going to the circus you don't try to stop it
Throwing shade, hope it was worth it, I read it, I drop
Self-made and gettin paid, he could never top it
Heavy-hearted, love is delayed, yeah you fuckin shot it
Scary hours, it's gettin scary on another topic
Now I'm all in the club with Mary, and Mary gon pop it
Give me results and they may vary, these lyrics I jotted
Patronizing ain't patriotic

Got me fucked up
First you had me feeling lucky then I lucked up
Soul snatcher like a vacuum I got sucked up
Ask me if I ever loved you, girl I must've
Outta town, look around we in the same club
Try to pull myself together but I been drunk
Thinkin he gon treat you better I know he a punk
Times I wish I never met her talkin to my unc say