No

I gotta get better at telling these women no

They stealing all my energy they taking from my soul

They say that imma come up they know that I’m finna blow

I gotta get better at telling these women no

I gottta get better at telling these bitches no

I gotta get better at telling these women no

When she say she love me she just want mine for her own

She just want the luxuries of life until she gone

Misery wants company so I got twins on my phone

Said they bout the smoke

I told them both ta hit the bong