365

I been sat on my arse for a couple of months, look in the mirror, enough is enough

She wanting a toxic relationship but I don't really fuck with the toxic love

Wake up and it's straight to the grind, twenty four hours I can't waste one

For the love of the bag and the taste of freedom

three six five been bussing my nuts

Every time that we fought and argued kept it real but you kept on lying

Whenever they're caught in the act they playing the victim always deny it

Truth is that the truth is blinding and true say that I'll keep on shining

You said you'd be better than better but some don't change

There's no point trying

Everybody got suttin to prove