PICKING FLOWERS (CHOPNOTSLOP REMIX)

Yelling at the moon its a wolf in the mirror

You can't name a single little thing that I'm scared of

Do a good thing and they bound

To fuck it up

I don't gotta lie bitch my pride in a muck

I thought i told you don't love me until you love ya self

Because That's what you do

I knew when i left that you wouldn't follow suit

And to think i tried to make it all just for you

It ain't nothing to change the lane

I got it

From here baby girl

It's all a game

They ain't on my level

Check ya measure on different plains

Can tell

By the sole of

Their Prada's we not the same

Is you loving or lusting me ?

You know I'm

Front line would

You bust for me?

Would you tuck the sig baby girl if i asked you

It make sense why ya folks thought that i was bad news

Is you loving or leeching?

I admit

I ain't been the same since my grandma past

I even tried to have a conversation with my dad

But i don't even give a fuck too much time has passed

Break a nigga down to a spec

Turnt into the monster you created

Tried to give you all that was left

Why nobody tell me i was naked?

I can't seem to feel a thing

Keep you deep inside my mind baby

Right next to pillow case