Letras
Yeah
I don't wanna talk, never trusting anyone now
I don't wanna fall 'cause they're plotting on me
And you know it's so frightening
I don't really care if I gotta get violent
I'm sick of all these fake smiles and drama
Yeah, they try to be my friend for the commas
And I'm sick of all these headaches and problems
Yeah, I wish that it would change, but it's outta my hands now
Yeah, I swear my past always filling me with dread
Some friends think I'm better off dead
But can you even call 'em friends if they're plotting on you?
So I'm calling this the end
Yeah, I cut 'em off now I'm alone, coming for the throne
I don't need nobody, I'mma do this on my own
Throwing fakes to the side, no more wasting time
I got a lotta problems, but I keep that in my mind
I can't let you get close to me
Swear you're always so cold to me
Yeah, I see the jealousy in your eyes
Yeah, I see you falling off, I wonder why
I don't wanna talk, never trusting anyone now
I don't wanna fall 'cause they're plotting on me
And you know it's so frightening
I don't really care if I gotta get violent
I'm sick of all these fake smiles and drama
Yeah, they try to be my friend for the commas
And I'm sick of all these headaches and problems
Yeah, I wish that it would change, but It's outta my hands now
So you just throw me to the side when you don't get what you want
But I gave you all of my time, I gave you all that you flaunt
You let the money come between us, now we're dead in the dirt
Sometimes I hate all the success, now it's a blessing and a curse
So just go on, you're not a friend to me
Plotted I'm the enemy, now I gotta sever things
And you know what's so dumb? We could've had this all before
But you had to close that door now
I can't let you get close to me
Swear you're always so cold to me
Yeah, I see the jealousy in your eyes
Yeah, I see you falling off, I wonder why
I don't wanna talk, never trusting anyone now
I don't wanna fall 'cause they're plotting on me
And you know it's so frightening
I don't really care if I gotta get violent
I'm sick of all these fake smiles and drama
Yeah, they try to be my friend for the commas
And I'm sick of all these headaches and problems
Yeah, I wish that it would change, but It's outta my hands now