I cannot describe
Everything thatæ‰' passed my eyes
Still i criticize
And try to act wise
When i扢 with you
All my dreams come true
You got sent to me
In a box of negativity
You扲e the reason i扢 here today
And i can safely say
I wouldn't have it any other way
Don扵 you lie to me you coke sniffing slut
I know you hate my guts
Come on, come on
Stick it up
Come on, come on
Go
When i rode your plane
You were the match for my flame
Drove me insane
With your fucking silly head games
You were nice to me
æ…£ill the morning
Stuck that knife in
My back without a warning
You look around
And you re-create, i said my shit
And i said it straight
I stayed the furthest i could from you
Because you were fucked up
Class a certified nut
Now you come to me and say
Itæ‰' in the past
Kiss my ass
I扢 back, don扵 you know you can扵 kill me
I come back with the fattest flow
Before you cry
Don扵 ask to die
And don扵 ask me
Why
Stick it up