MIND AT TROBE ST. Lyrics

Oh u swearing on me?

playing with me?

turning on me?

Fuckin with me? (Oh Ohh)

You swearing on me?

Turnin on me?

Fuckin with me?

Playin with me?

(Yeah)

(Woah Woah)

It's not the first time i feel like shit

Thought calling u cause i lost my grip

Breathing so hard it broke my ribs

U speak and it cut like a thousand fibs

U buss it up but ya wont admit

Slick on eyeliner she ready to hit

Slip on sum and she ready to trip

Yeah

(Woah Woah)

Money involved so she gassed up

Pretty ass bitch but she messed up

I Heard ur new guy need some action

And i Measure ur love i see fractions

U fucked him not ur intention

But fuck it lets see his reaction

Another grim satisfaction

Oh u swearing on me?

playing with me?

turning on me?

Fuckin with me? (Oh Ohh)

You swearing on me?

Turnin on me?

Fuckin with me?

Playin with me?

I know it's hurting you both ways

You're drunk and texting me as always

You're hoping that i cross your way to come back to you

But no nah no way

I'm comin out of my cold ways

Pouring myself into cups just to make sure I'm grinding like a normal day

Ready to deal in a worst way

(Yeah)

Tan on my system got me buzzin in

Fuck this now im going in

Feel like i might be risking it

Done seeing every shade of it

Im lost in u now I can't go back

Half of u is bout capping I guess

All that hi-fi shit got u impressed

It got me sayin' like

Loose me and I loose ya

Got ya Loose P with the newbies

All that u do Is to go places

we've been asking for me

Loose me and I loose ya

Got ya Loose P with the newbies

U played it right wasn't my time

And it wasnt meant for me