Whit. - Don't Call Me After You Hear This

You made it this far
It’s the end of the project
I’d probably play it again if I were you
Uhhhhh
Like my phone when I dropped it in a puddle that time
I swear I’m drowning at the bottom but I think that I’m fine
Cuddle and coddling a bottle, don’t talk back when I whine
I swear I’m calling out for help and niggas pressing decline
So I’m just doing just fine
Monster unleashed, you should’ve looked up all of the signs
Nigga a beast and now he sitting in the corner he crying
He kill a beat and maybe he might kill his self in due time
But I’m just doing just fine, yeah
But for real like, I’m cool
You don’t have to call me like
Please don’t
Uhhhhh
Niggas actin backwards as regular
Why the fuck you sparking up the gas in a Tesla, gah damn
Never had a dad, and I’m better for
Like daddy imma have to kill yo ass like I’m Oedipus, no mama shit
(That’s not bad)
Come on, come on
Supposed to
Supposed to
I said aw snap
Say to mind yo business, well I lost that
The boss back
The coming of the negus, what you call that
Got no pot to piss in but I’m what the kettle call black
Or whatever they say, I called on God but never called back (hello)
So now a nigga only option was to fallback
Crawl back
Fuck it stay self righteous this is all rap
I just want the money and the glory gimme all that
The tall stacks
Now tear these bitch ass niggas off my ball sack
ASAP
(Leave me the fuck alone nigga)
Come on, come on
Supposed to
Supposed to
Supposed to
Supposed to
It be hella hard to try and like this nigga
It be hella hard to be right there with him
Really wanna pull his I’m tryna fight this nigga
But my mind said don’t, Bryson Tiller ay
How am I supposed to love you
When I don’t even love myself
How am I supposed to look after you
When I don’t care about my Health
It be hella hard to try and like this nigga
It be hella hard to be right there with him
Really wanna pull his car I’m tryna fight this nigga
But my mind said don’t, Bryson Tiller ay

Written by:
Connor Brown, Jerry Joseph

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