Trae Tha Truth - I Dont Give A Fuck feat Rick Ross

braille (p. pyctur)

(Pop a pill, sit right here)

(Pop a pill, sit right here)
Don’t tell me ‘bout how you feel
Don’t tell me ‘bout how you feel
Don’t tell me ‘bout how you feel
(Pop a pill, sit right here)
Don’t tell me ‘bout how you feel
Don’t tell me ‘bout how you feel
Don’t tell me ‘bout how you feel
(Pop a pill, sit right here)
Don’t tell me ‘bout how you feel
Don’t tell me ‘bout how you feel
Don’t tell me ‘bout how you-

Break my brain, turn me insane
You hate the way I want to love
Chase the fake, stay the same
I taste the pace, you fuckin’ run
By myself, no one else
Never fell for an influence
I’m in Hell, you can tell
I need help, ‘cus I’ll do this

Pop a pill, sit right here
Don’t tell me ‘bout how you feel
I’m not real, in my ear
Is this demon’s voice I’ve feared
Can you tell? Offer help
But you’ll fail, leave me, my dear
Skin so pale, Cocaine nails
Like I’m Braille, touch me, lie near

Don’t leave my side, I’m down to ride, you know I’ll die if you say “stay”
Games’ in mind, but love to find, we hide beneath what we won’t say
You want the rest of me, the best from me, but you’ve given no depth
You’ve given no depth
You’ve given no depth

Pop a pill, sit right here
Don’t tell me ‘bout how you feel
I’m not real, in my ear
Is this demon’s voice I’ve feared
Can you tell? Offer help
But you’ll fail, leave me, my dear
Skin so pale, Cocaine nails
Like I’m Braille, touch me, lie near

Trae Tha Truth - I Dont Give A Fuck feat Rick Ross

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