OkWick — Journal

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OkWick — Journal — lyrics

{intro}
And we coulda been perfect
No more

{hook}
Yea, all up in my shit
Yea, all up in my brain
Why am i trippin’ ’bout a bitch
She dont wanna have my kids, woah
Paint me as the asshole
When i just crack the seal and
I ball like mikey williams
Im on my grind, no smith, no william
Stick your nose up in my shit, ah
Why am i trippin’ for a hoe?
Why am i trippin’ for a btich? ah
She like cocaine
Yea, give me an umbrella, cuz i drown in purple rain
I just wanna feel the same before i met you, huh
Tryna get up in my brain, i won’t let you, huh
But you went let me, uh
Write my feelings in my journal like greg heffley, uh
Yea, but she ain’t worth it no more
Im on the motherfuckin’ floor

{verse}
Yea, how you gon’ leave me that? shit
From day one you was a rat bitch
Typa bitch stab me in the back bitch just like frieza
Convince myself i dont need ya, uh
Yea, yea, yea
She remind me of hell
Ima kill that bitch
Meet her in the spirit realm
Trapped in a box like lost and found
Big dogs, big gang, on a leash, in pound
Pockets so green, look like piccolo now
Huh, uh, swervin’
Swervin’ in the coupe this urgent
My money so clean, detergent
Yea, that bitch was a big fat burden

{bridge}
Why you mad, why you mad?
Why you mad, why you mad?
That’s all i wanna know
You’re lookin’ like a joke, dry humor at the most
Steady chokin’ on your shade, like a dick in your throat
Well, if you’re gonna throw shade my way
Maybe you should throw with a little more aim
It’s a cold day in hell when they dirty up your name
They don’t got no business talkin’ in the first place, i’m freezin’

{hook}
Yea, all up in my shit
Yea, all up in my brain
Why am i trippin’ ’bout a bitch
She dont wanna have my kids, woah
Paint me as the asshole
When i just crack the seal and
I ball like mikey williams
Im on my grind, no smith, no william
Stick your nose up in my shit, ah
Why am i trippin’ for a hoe?
Why am i trippin’ for a btich? ah
She like cocaine
Yea, give me an umbrella, cuz i drown in purple rain
I just wanna feel the same before i met you, huh
Tryna get up in my brain, i won’t let you, huh
But you went let me, uh
Write my feelings in my journal like greg heffley, uh
Yea, but she ain’t worth it no more
Im on the motherfuckin’ floor

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