Trap Tweety - Piece Of Mind

The bastard,the bad guy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woke up, fucked up, staring at the ceiling

Laying in my bed, thinking how I'm gonna end it
I am done fucking pretending
Opened me up like I was a building that's abandoned
Tear down my boarded windows, tattoo walls, and liquor bottles

It was evident, nobody allowed at this residence
I never let nobody in, just like my phone
You can call, but I won't pick up
Knock, but I won't get up

Today was extra hard to get up
I spent extra time inside my mind
My least favorite kind of fucking alone time

I don't give a fuck about shit

I don't give a fuck about shit
I don't give a fuck about shit
I don't give a fuck about my old bitch
I don't give a fuck about your bitch

You think she's your bitch
She's my bitch
You a bitch
He's a bitch

She's a bitch
I'm allergic to bitch
It make me itch
I'm just trying to get rich real quick

Then you can throw me in a casket
Give the money to my mama in a duffle bag
Here's a candlestick, light the wick
Tell her don't give em shit and watch me pass through it

It's lit
I'm just sitting here
I'm alone now
I'm just sitting here

Nothing going wrong
I'm lost now
I'm getting smarter now
I've got to be human

I've got a lot on my mind
I've got a lot on my mind
Search but never find
Peace of mind

Maybe it's in this piece of mine
Pow
Peace of mind
Mastermind
A master, but I'm a master

Trapped inside a natural disaster
Masterpiece of a fucking mind
Piss and wine
All the damn time

There there Dry your tears
Everything's gonna get better
I swear
What a motherfucking liar

Because it only gets worse from her

Written by:
Trebor Harmon

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