AB3hree - Ab2 (Corrupted)

I’ll prolly never love again and I’m ok with that
Always curving me parentheses
But I’m straight with that
Last girl crossed me behind my back
Like she stepped on my shoe
Like a Chris Brown video
She got 12 watching my moves
New girl tryna get right
I said she’d have to wait
But I made sure she knew I’m coming
Like I masturbate
Cus tell me how I’m posed to
Be the man in yo life when
I’m 17 fighting demons like a Teen Titan, yeah
My feelings corrupted
Who can I put my trust in
They say birds of the same feather flock together
But I say birds fly away when the weather gets cold
Some of my fans look at me like I’m Jesus
But some of my friends crossing me
Man I swear that gets old
Driving thinking bout dead memories I reminisce
Thought I pushed em all away, but I never did
Got tired of wrestling with my friends
Some was toxic
Had to kill off half my family
Even killed off Chris (Sorry bout that)
Bitch I feel like Deadpool I can never die
Went crazy off my ex
And sometimes I wonder why Z
Thinking bout that shit then I look to the sky
Loved my Grandma to death and then she died
I’ll prolly never love again and I’m ok with that
Always curving me parentheses
But I’m straight with that
Last girl crossed me behind my back
Like she stepped on my shoe
Like a Chris Brown video
She got 12 watching my moves
New girl tryna get right
I said she’d have to wait
But I made sure she knew I’m coming
Like I masturbate
Cus tell me how I’m posed to
Be the man in yo life when
I’m 17 fighting demons like a Teen Titan
I been doing this shit on my own
So ian got no problem being alone
My real niggas wouldn’t fall out about shit
'Specially not no capping bitch
I heard shit talk bout me from my bro tho
After I took y’all from A to Z, Amazon logo
Capping on me no fitted for a dude, that’s homo
I needed love when I felt alone so shoutout Cleo
My nigga at the drop of a hat
I’ll have niggas coming at you like a pornstar back
Make yo face hit the road like Jack
But I’m a nice nigga Ian tryna be like that
But when I go off don’t be alarmed
Imma wake you up
Hit you with extra lean
Like two styrofoam cups
Boys capping
Like they really known to up that shit
If you like my autotune then suck my dick
My feelings corrupted
Who can I put my trust in
(Whatchu got 3hreezy)

Written by:
Albert Bell

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