Fight just to f*ck just to fight again
World war three justified in bed
Mess me up, now we ain’t even friends
But the truth is I’m kind of tired of
Pretending that I was the guilty one
I wasn’t feeling up no one but you
Lessons that I just can’t seem to learn
I never thought you’d leave me two for two
Again
Lights out, Strike out, I doubt
You’ll ever find anyone
These b*tches can’t measure up
Lights out, Strike out, I doubt
You’ll ever find anyone
These b*tches can’t measure up
To my Ankles
Levels? Na, Levels? Na
Ankles
These b*tches don’t make it to my ankles
Strippers and liquor and cigarettes
Apologized but your twitter said no regrets
I’d kill for a mute button in my head
You alright but I’m tired of
Pretending that I was the guilty one
I wasn’t feeling up no one but you
Lessons that I just can’t seem to learn
I never thought you’d leave me two for two
Again
Two feet , you’re shallow, too real
I know too well, Backwoods, you’re high
Backwards, two feet
Shallow, too real
I know two steps
Backwoods, you high
Backwards boy