Recess - Temper Tantrum

Got me on the bed sinnin
Leg twitching
Head itching
Brain always talkin shit like you don't listen
I'm just kidding
Now you transmitted
Tight gripping
Wig splitting
Now you find names that's
Old women
Old kisses
Phone digits
They don't matter
Hope you really listen
Dial tones always got me In the wrong
Am talks in the kitchen
And there goes my temper again
You swore you would Simmer down
You need to grip cause I don't give two shits
About this
Oh you say you're falling now
My phones dead quit calling now
Don't know what you're problem is
Four minutes fore I'm gone
This pills half life live to long
So let me go
So lady
You got me acting crazy
Lately I don't really feel what's lazy
Glasses and tattoos
Light Skin attitude
Manipulation for vacation
Am I even mad at you
Now it's gratitude
Good brain
Mental fortitude
Back pushin
Neck stretching
How you exercise the mood
Always gotta wait up
Shorties on my taste buds
You ain't really need that make up
All those feelings made up
Caked up
Face down
Wait up
Fake cup
I've been feeling broken since our break up
My tone
Van Gogh how you cut on your own
What my feelings made up
You listening to all those Instagram fake loves
It's cuz drizzy gave you fake love
And there goes my temper again
You swore you would Simmer down
You need to grip cause I don't give two shits
About this
Oh you say you're falling now
My phones dead quit calling now
Don't know what you're problem is
You a formed lady deity
Now it's Mental spiritual symmetry,
Amethyst energy
Found broken parts of me
Found lost lessons formed lesions lost by dosimetry
You could call it my own timing
Patience wandered madness laced rhyming
I'll sit here with love for eternity
While I'm lying
As long as my brain don't get to me
Broken from the get go
Was born speaking therapy
Knives know where the fuck these words go
Waiting for me to let go
Mama afraid of me and windows
Cutting all my friends though
Burning bridges not staying so faithful
Suicide doors open recklessly
My own soul don't really like the peace
Its meditation mixed with my own remedy
Locked hips, hot lips
Now you asking for the recipe
And there goes my temper again
You swore you would Simmer down
You need to grip cause I don't give two shits
About this
Oh you say you're falling now
My phones dead quit calling now
Don't know what you're problem is

Written by:
Kenneth Martin, Tyler Kehoe

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