Testo FIX URSELF! - JPEGMAFIA
Testo della canzone FIX URSELF! (JPEGMAFIA), tratta dall'album EP2!
Woah, I wanna rub it, baby
I wanna rub it, baby, I wanna rub it, uh
I wanna rub it, baby, I wanna rub it, baby
I wanna rub it, baby, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yes
I'm alone, I'm at my best
Talkin' that shit, come take my breathe
Fake thugs with their fantasy sets
They always bury the best (Uh)
My success, killing all of my exes
Stay on guard when I move through text (Let's go)
Tell me why you hate me (Huh)
You ain't making' no prophet
Somebody can't get to the bag (Damn, damn, damn), sad (Shh)
What is you doin', boo?
How is you tryna make it with no talent or cash? (For real)
2020, niggas out here with no clue, no plan and no mask
Damn
I went from nothin' to sluttin', it wasn't easy, babe
Shoutout my bitch and my husbands, I love y'all equally
Every morning I've body shamed, I can't stand my face
At the end of the day, I know your bitch-ass ain't gon' fade
Can't let these niggas talk to me, no fuckin' way
It's so sad to me, these boys so make believe
Shoutout my refugees, my fans my family
It's so tragic, baby, who provided for you?
You ain't got nothin' for me, crop that bitch out my story, woah
Who the best? (Pssh) Took a reduction and made a mess (Yeah)
Key ingredient was Sudafed
I'll let you bitch niggas do the rest
I love my baby like Trump loves Putin, in the deepest way (Yeah)
My baby's barely scratch the surface, there's a deeper state (Yeah)
Even though you tried to give me top when I was not awake (Huh?)
I know that nigga ain't in the ground, but he still dead to me
She's still obsessed with me, it's real
There's no need to fill a void when your past ain't fake
Shoutout my bitch and my husband, y'all get here equally
Momma told me, "Shoot for the stars," so I aimed that way
At the end of the day, I know your bitch-ass ain't gon' fade
Can't let these niggas talk to me, no fuckin' way
It's so sad to me, these boys still make believe
Shoutout my refugees, my fans my family
I'm way, I'm-I'm way too real for this shit
You niggas gotta get censored
See, you gotta get censored 'cause
They're gonna fuck around and ruin a nigga life
(You know I'm ready) Puss, all of ya
You know I'm ready, y'all make me nauseous (Yeah, yeah)
I'm really black out here and y'all just performin'
Nobody wants you and you can't absorb it
I think they're scared of me, my bitch is so gorgeous (Ah-ah)
At the end of the day, I know your bitch-ass ain't gon' fade (Yeah)
Can't let these niggas talk to me, no fuckin' way (Yeah)
It's so sad to me (For real), these boys so make believe (Oh yeah)
Shoutout my refugees (Let's go), my fans my family (Pssh), huh
Nasty, real nasty
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Writer(s): Barrington Hendricks
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