Fuss

I don't know what you think this is but this isn't love

I don't know what I was thinking

Thought that we fit like a glove

Arguing, fighting, screaming, shouting baby this isn't us

It be the littlest things

I try to be civil you kick up a fuss!

Your ex put your feet in some Gucci

I put your shit on the bus

No matter what I'm doing I'm losing, so I smoke a spliff of the Runtz

You're playing games? Then I'm playing games

Me and this bih be like 'Hut!'

Your ex put your butt in a mansion

I put your shit in a hut

I put my money in you

You put your shit up your nose

I fully fell in a hole

I fully switched on the bros

You did what you did on your own

You said what you said, wasn't sold

I wasn't an angel myself

I'm a villain, all of my life I've been told it

I'm smoking 20 a day

It's been a while since I prayed

Fuck a doctor on minimum wage

I can't afford to be filling my face, I'm starving

I've had enough of the billing and blazing

I need some more of the living and saving

Not even sure what it is that I chase

I have to have it I'm itching and shaking

Red stripe and magnum, I think I'm Jamaican

Get it cracking, I think that I'm bacon

I can't see over the spliff that I'm blazing

Exposing myself, my music is naked (true)

My music is big

There's not a lot that could do what I did

I hit the stu and I'm stewing some shit

I'm fucking it up, I been cooking with Hicks

Up in the cupboard, a couple of hits

I never struggle it comes to me quick!

It's quick!

Comes to me, comes to me Quick!

Quick!

It's comes to me quick!

I never struggle it comes to me quick!

You said it's up, it's up in the -

You said it's up chap it's up in the -

Ehhhhh