PROZAC Lyrics

I don't wanna be your side piece

No more

I found somebody who likes me

As I am

(Yuh)

And not like I'm some 8-inch Prozac that blows her back out

Oh no

While she's out huntin' ball players with paper and clout

Oh no

I don't give a fuck if you're cryin'

No I don't

Can't you see I'm not replyin'

To you

Nah

And she's the one it's not a question

For me

And I'm not the answer to

Your depression

Fuck no

Therapy's not my profession

Oh no

Or maybe you should call Kevin Samuels for direction

As long as it don't lead back here

Minnesota 9

You's a California 6

In the search of validation

You sucked a lotta dick

And you got the BBL

And you got the lip injections you

Hoping that dem shits gonna

Lower the rejection

And they won't

They won't

They won't

They won't

They won't

They won't

Fuck no they won't