Prescription

You talk about a lot of drugs 'Cause I do a lot of drugs Spent some time, made you mine, dates with wine (bitch) Now you whine, naggin' ass, damn it, Jas, fix it fast (now I got a gun) Candle lit up in smoke (ass) Romantic notes now hateful quotes (cunt) Playful banter, laughing matters (bitch) Now it's tense and angry chatter, dishes clat, no table manners Oven hot like baking batter (hoe) Does it matter who did what? (Yah) Bringing up ol' such and such (hoe) What the fuck? We kinda drunk (yah) You sick, you feeling like you stuck (bitch) Between that two, LeToya Luck (bitch), look to yo' luck (fuck) Give me a kiss, give me a hug Numb this shit with lots of drugs (and get lost) Xanny so we can forget, cotton candy, soda dips (dips) Snortage for the nasal drip, a Lucy for the cranial trips (well, fuck) A Band-Aid on a bullet wound, know we won't be healing soon (bow) Shoot you like a hippie spoon (crack) Addicted to this toxic fume (ay) Girl, we zoom, probably crash (yah) Windows down and ciggy ash (yah, yah) Give me that face a slap Yellin', then we take it back Hands on you in the dispute Hands on me what do we do? (Bitch) Whoopty whoop, smoke the truce (hoe) Sex and then we throw the deuce (bop) I'm done, I can't be trusting you (cunt) The one, it wasn't fun for two (yeah) Text my phone, fast asleep (yeah) You up, you wonder, not a peep (yeah) You think I sneak, you think I creep (yeah) Another laid up under sheets (aye) Ecstasy, you textin' me (vexin') Starting more, you stressin' me (ay) Like under lock, arresting me (chill out) Why you so obsessed with me? (Bitch) I need my space, my heart, it race (huh?) Expression talked all on your face (fuck! Goddamnit!) Like, how that taste? Was this a waste? (fuck!) Was this shit real or was it fake? One night turned into many others (ah) Met my fam, my sister, mother (buss it open) Cousin, dog, and little brother (buss it open) Knew that I could never love her (close it back) Here we are in the car (close it back) Traveling, not going far (ah?) With broken hearts, a couple scars (ah?) A toxic mix that's, who we are (no, I don't) A toxic mix that's who we are (roll up, roll up) Now pass that shit, light this cigar (hah) (Yah! Yah! Yah! Yah! Yah! Yah!) Bitch (yah! Yah!)