Newai - Leech

Do you look both ways when you cross my mind
That's what Tyler said
Wifey give me peace and dome
I call that hippie head
Hippie head iceberg lettuce roll it up and call me trippie red
I stick my tippy in and bustin got me feelin dead
Lemon head sour in your mouth but lie to me pretend
Like I did myself when I was young imaginary friend
Blue and will somebody write my will I can't I'm dead somebody find a pen or quill
Still got me feelin ill and I got so much cash flow that I overspill
Overspill overshare every detail about me
I do it when I'm nervous now you know too much about me
No one cared what my career path was when I was twelve
Take my aspirations and I hang em on the shelf
Do it on my own cuz I don't do nobody else
Gather all the info shoulda told me how you felt
Don't make me tell you twice there's a lesson to teach
These people see I'm trying and they suck like a leach

Cut a bitch off like it's traffic
Get a new bitch like a habit
She over there cryin it's tragic
I'm playin my cards like it's magic
She over there clothes looking raggedy
I'm leavin this bitch like a tragedy
She gettin her mouth and her hands on me
Not even her mama could handle me
These bitches got me sick
They can't get up off my dick
Cuz they know my flow is sick
There's so much friction that they stick
I got an illness throw a fit then they quit

The way my girl be actin why she do that
She better be there workin to improve that
The numbers shorties pulling that's a bad stat
Yo she better get familiar with the door mat
You know I still be fuckin when I'm half mast
She gettin all her players got the dream cast
She think she the present but her future past
Believe she take the lead but she took last

Written by:
Nick Weaver

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