Текст песни
If the paperwork ain't right I'm selling work
In pain for my whole life, I'm seldom hurt
Tears from mama crying in the church
Clutching on a bible 'cause she's hurt
Pastor say a prayer at the church
Papa serving chickens after service
Demons can't deter me, I'm too determined
No that ain't your girl, it's just your turn
And my bitches don't fuck with niggas
But they might fuck your bitches
I'm with 'em doin' monkey business
Deep enough to punch your kidneys
You pussies just a bunch of kittens (yeah)
Black sheep, sheep, sheep
Been a long mothafuckin' time
Still ain't found me peace, personal did change
It was gettin' hard to be me, I can hardly breathe
Best friends turn strange, it done scarred me deep
But who gives a fuck 'bout these feelings
When you're back on ropes
And you back on the road
2020 done took away my brother
Don't call me your bro
Call me me your bro
Call me me your bro
Don't call me your bro
What can I do now? Everything's new now
Maybe if I knew how, I could make a move now
I'ma tell the truth now, sometimes I ask for proof how
Talked to God for new sounds, talked to God for new routes
But who gives a fuck 'bout these feelings
When you're back on ropes
And you back on the road
2020 done took away my brother
Don't call me your-
Call me your bro
Call me your bro
Call me