GNarly lyrics

[Intro]
(It's awful to feel to great, almost everything and feeling)
(It makes me feel worthless, unhappy and shut down)
(I could cope with it, but I’ve been trying to feel—)

[Chorus]
Blame it all on me, she gon' say that it's my fault
Blame it all me this, b*tch tryna get in my thoughts
Keep on playing with me, pull up spraying sh*t like Lysol
No complaining to me, when these bullets turn ya' lights off
Blame it on me, she gon' blame it on me
What you saying to me?
You was tryna lay in with me
But I ain't no dummy, b*tch just want my money
Bullets to your neck, Ted Bundy
Denim from outside the country
Acting like he want some from me
Spin your block like laundry
That b*tch say she sorry, b*tch shut up and slob me
Off a tab, i'm gnarly riding in a f*cking harlеy
Got more gas than Bob Marley
R.I.P. Marty
Don't try and be a smarty 'causе I got it in the party
Told that boy when i'm outside, he won't show up he tardy
Ghost that hoe what can I say?
All these b*tches boring and she call me ignorant
Well the sun comes up in the morning
[Verse]
Bullets he can't digest
He don't wanna die yet
Have you ever seen a choppa boy?
Aim it where yo' eye at
n*ggas know I been a trapper, boy
Have you ever seen a trapper cry?
She told you she ain't see me before, I wonder why she gotta lie
Why she lying, yeah
Sometimes I just feel like crying
I don't wanna think bout' dying
Huh, bae you glow so hard i'm blinded

[Chorus]
Blame it all on me, she gon' say that it's my fault
Blame it all me this, b*tch tryna get in my thoughts
Keep on playing with me, pull up spraying sh*t like Lysol
No complaining to me, when these bullets turn ya' lights off
Blame it on me, she gon' blame it on me
What you saying to me?
You was tryna lay in with me
But I ain't no dummy, b*tch just want my money
Bullets to your neck, Ted Bundy
Denim from outside the country
Acting like he want some from me
Spin your block like laundry
That b*tch say she sorry, b*tch shut up and slob me
Off a tab, i'm gnarly riding in a f*cking harley
Got more gas than Bob Marley
R.I.P. Marty
Don't try and be a smarty 'cause I got it in the party
Told that boy when i'm outside, he won't show up he tardy
Ghost that hoe what can I say?
All these b*tches boring and she call me ignorant
Well the sun comes up in the morning