​itchin lyrics

[Intro]
The prophecy foretold that my wrist is looking very nice
Looking through the woods, see some wolf and a pair of eyes–
Eyes–, eyes–, eyes–, eyes–
I'm thirty four years old, and I'm dying, I don't know where to turn

[Verse]
The prophecy foretold that my wrist is looking very nice
Looking through the woods, see some wolf and a pair of eyes
I don't need sh*t, deer in the headlights
I put that b*tches body on a bed of ice
Ball on this b*tch in some Ugg's, I don't wear Mike's
This b*tch got the game f*cked up, she can't get it right
Put the polе to his face, that b*tch turned white
Brain mattеr everywhere, I f*cked up his mind
Brain matter everywhere, I f*cked up his mind
b*tch, I'm serving white dog, look like Brain Griffin
I'm in the trap house listening to Limp Bizkit
This b*tch said I'm mansplaining True Religion
I said, "b*tch, you don't get it, so quit b*tching"
I'm thirty four years old, and I'm dying, I don't know where to turn
Goth b*tch on me, say she want to wear Affliction
Told her I don't want that, I just love drug addictions
Popping out, squeezing thirties on a mission
Take a thirty, take a thirty, now I'm itching
[Chorus]
Now I'm itching, now I'm itching
Now I'm itching, now I'm itching
Now I'm itching, now I'm itching
Now I'm itching, now I'm itching