Текст песни The Worst - Joey Vantes

She's your bestie, she a worstie
Good God, girl he thirsty, she wanna murk me
Pull a sin, tryna curse me, wanna hearse me
Set me up and put me down, why you wanna hurt me?
I just got a good heart, but she got it lurking
You know I been workin' hard, shorty came to purse me
I was tryna keep it clean, baby wanna perc me
Got me all off in my zone, singin' "Lord have mercy"
And I hate to be alone, she said not to worry
We could party for tonight, but she dippin' early
I'm still higher than a kite, happens how she turvy
And my body feel alive, I don't think it's earthly
Feel it comin' in the air, that's the law of Murphy
Plantin' cemetery seeds, life is gettin' murky
Know it's poison, but you drink, 'cause you like 'em curvy
Want no fog in front of cold, now your vision blurry
Got these suicidal thoughts, she said it's your journey
Take a look over the edge, I ain't even nervy
Haven't even talked to God, I don't feel I'm worthy
If I make my bed in hell, would He show me mercy?
Pardon every single sin, that's a controversy
Got some questions I would ask, why You take 'em early?
Now I'm gettin' off of track, that's a lil' churchy
Cut the bottom to the skin, leave the top curly
Hit the shower, double up, 'cause I'm ridin' dirty
Mama civil engineer, Daddy an attorney
But she out here playin' sides, born and raised in Berkeley
Ain't the homicidal type, but she shoot it sturdy
Only knew her three months, greeted me with curtsy
Hundred-fifty soakin' wet, how she gonna hurt me
Put that dagger on my right, in the end a gurney
She went on livin' the life, you was gettin' buried
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh my Lord, oh my God
Can You hear me?
Don't take long
I been strugglin'
And in sorrow
'Bout to pop off
'Fore I get gone
Oh my Lord, oh my God
Can You hear me?
Don't take long
I been strugglin'
And in sorrow
'Bout to pop off
'Fore I get gone
'Fore I get gone, woah
Yeah