not one to talk Lyrics

Buss' down these chains and these locks in my head

You got some problems, you take them to bed

Spent my whole week contemplating my death

Spent my whole week contemplating my death

What's the point of this if you gon' switch up in the end?

You gotta flip this script, like I cannot comprehend

You gotta boyfriend bitch that you had since we began

You gon' flip this script, just to look good in the end

Buss' down these chains and these locks in my head

You got some problems they're better un-said

Spent my whole week turnin' pain into bread

We wasn't right so I'm glad that I left

Benzos Benzos Benzos

I been poppin' benzos benzos benzos

Fuckin' her with no hands tho, hands tho, hands tho

She been in my end-zone, end-zone, end-zone

My friendzone you know this lil bitch

I can't go for that shit you know

How you flooded the wrist in drought?

I can't fuck with that bitch in stealth

All that bullshit you know it's out

What's the point of this if you gon' switch up in the end?

You gotta flip this script, like I cannot comprehend

You gotta boyfriend bitch that you had since we began

You gon' flip this script, just to look good in the end

Buss' down these chains and these locks in my head

You got some problems they're better un-said

Spent my whole week turnin' pain into bread

We wasn't right so I'm glad that I left

Bro, that shit was kinda corny

Fuck your opinion, it never mattered

Movin' in stealth, they getting shattered

I've been making the wealth, they feelin' tattered

I need some help- no, where's my manners?

No attention was felt and now I matter

You need some help, so now I matter