1 2 3

Oh, easy as 1, 2, 3 It's very simple, just gotta be there when

I call you I tried to look past the things that the blind

man see Can't count up both hands at the times that

I want it to be 1, 2, 3

I'm a knife in the wood, that's so cutthroat Don't be telling me no lies, I heard enough

of those You the only one I sacrificed my pride for

But put it all in a letter, feel it right my wrongs

Said I never cared in my way, so I tried Where about the next nigga play with your demise

You ain't gotta check on me, never, cause I'm fine

Washing all the bullshit out my life like I'm tied