wore my heart Lyrics

(I'm puttin' pain in this music)

Can't bite my tongue no more

(I guess that's why it's called a punchline)

Hold it down, hold it down, ayy, ayy

Can you—

Bitch wore my—

Bitch wore my heart like her jewelry don't exist

I feel like Timmy Turner, pinks and greens made my wish

You a pussy or a snake, either way you hiss

I'm clouded, she a stratus, really think her name is Trish

I'm rushin' into things, feelin' like my life is blitz

When it's dark out, I black out, like lunar eclipse

How 'bout you go to work, since you like to go on trips

Like when she talk back, it's just somethin' 'bout her lips

They know that girl is mine, like MJ, I'm callin' dibs

Keep up with you through socials, so I'm takin' pics and vids

Keep up with you through socials, so you takin' pics and vids

Talks with bad bitches left a bad taste in my mouth

How you in yo' feelings when you told me you was out

I'm ballin', all the badges on me, gotta watch for scouts

My missus is fire, ain't no need for you to doubt

Money, power, respect, just some things that I require

I'm rappin' to the pastor and she singin' to the choir

It's gettin' hot in here, she the reason, liar, liar

I'm a gold member, Austin Powers, Mike Myers

My life like a movie, but you won't give me no credit

You livin' a lie, think it's time for you to dead it

Ripped a band-aid off of my heart, now I'm shredded

I make this shit look good, don't got time for the edits

Bitch wore my heart like her jewelry don't exist

I feel like Timmy Turner, pinks and greens made my wish

You a pussy or a snake, either way you hiss

I'm clouded, she a stratus, really think her name is Trish

Bitch wore my heart like her jewelry don't exist

I feel like Timmy Turner, pinks and greens made my wish

You a pussy or a snake, either way you hiss

I'm clouded, she a stratus, really think her name is Trish

You got me confused, like who higher on the list?

Foreplay got her soakin', she be dyin' for a kiss

Rubdowns with the lotion, next she rubbin' on this dick

Don't like to leave a mess, but it's better when you spit

How can you dish it out, but you cannot wash a dish

I might've caught amnesia, teach me how to love again

My horizon gray, it's a stratus, like you Trish

Plenty fish up in the sea, but I hate when it's fish

I'm a blessed nigga, so of course, life is bliss

Playin' all these games, baby, go read the instructions

You wasn't here all of my life, so leaving you is nothin'

No, you ain't my bro, you more like a distant cousin

Pestering a nigga like a pest, now you bugging

I'm like, whoa, man, baby girl not my woman

She call me when it leak, 'cause I'm good with the plumbing

Hyper energy, fingers itchin' or they thumbin'

Bitch made me mad, so I made another hit

It sucks to be you, but I made her suck my dick

I know life blows, but I blew another zip

Yes, the fire works, don't get hit with the sticks

She tryna come first, really think her name is Chris

I'm keeping up wit' K, feelin' like my name is Tris'