Blasphemy

I'm tryna make you my bitch, my bed don't dispense with you, I'm in the hood at the top

They don't got likes, they ain't even tryna, that shit so sad to me, make me sad to see

Kinda sad to me, will you blast for me

If not, it's okay, I'm finally back, can't make a movie, just shitty and dirty

Bitch, why just be at my phone

You told me you'd rather just be alone, and extinct and mad, cause you tryna fight

Don't think you know that I got the fire, and I'm just thinking of you, so inside

I'm blind in your light, you gon' ride

Just gon' ride, gon' ride

Just gon' ride with me