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Dropped Out Of School

Produced by (prod.beginnings)

LYRICS:
What the fuck is comin back
I threw away keys

Dis is not my place, uh uh
I left after please

Im knowing you don’t mean it
Dont u fuckin beg for me

What happened wen i need
Den u walked away from me

Imma walk away wit ego
While im sippin on yo tea

When u see me
U gone feel me In yo stomach, u cant breathe

Yeah I know it’s hard to think
When u dont only care bout what u need

But the last that thing u wanted
Is u fuckin needing me

Livin pain and lonely days
U spinnin like a dvd

Fore give a fuck bout u
Ill sell a pound a za for free

Dont ever tell a goofy ass lil promise
You cant keep

Talkin love
But you really wanted money, dat shit weak

Shorty said im lame
But im addin up dis money like a geek

Onlyfans got yall geekin
Think y’all pussy luxury

Oh who mans, yeah he tweakin
Fakin bought him everything

He Be mad wen shit fold
He just bought audacity

Hmm, Cut you out of my dome
Like you been fatalied

I be smokin mythical
it’s to clouded, i cant see

Now im I’m numbin my Emotions
N I guess I couldn’t - woah woah

The world aint never friendly
But Ian never been to Disney

So how I’m supposed to care
About that weak shit, u can miss me

Thinking bout the bout the shit I done lost
It leave me icky

Don’t leave yo heart inn all the wrong lil places
You’ll be six feet

iCKY

Producer (prod.h4t3r)
LYRICS:
Okay
Why u gettin on my nerves

I don’t trust in love
I got no trust in her

Dead ass emotions
But em onna shirt

Gotta soft heart
Bury inna dirt

We can fly away
I just need u first

Our pain aint the same
Don’t compare what hurts

Shorty got my mind
Binded inna curse

Its da way she talk
It’s way she flirt

I be far away
N still feeling you

Oh yo mind is sick
Emotional flu

Oh why u so unloveable

I’m knowin shit about
I cant get comfortable

NERVOUS EMOTIONS

(prob. Goob B)

Lyrics:
Damn huh
Been juggin out da bunnies
And Ian been meanin to

Always been da realest
Sense my og
Gave me gave me baby food

N imma so honest
U not hearing
Its still saving you

Lost in yo delusion
Dats what
Fakin, hatin goofies do

Just because
U gotta body
Do not mean u fuckin cute

Who dat in da sky
Dats just me
Without a parachute

Imma plan a stain
Yall just make sure
Dat y’all take his loot

Shorty say she meal
But she nun
Butta lunchable

Shorty got
2 kids
But da pussy is still crushable

Knowing we not friends
Im off limits
Im not huggable

Youll get invited over
We just fuckin
Don’t get comfortable

Untill I get the money
That I want
I cant be restable

U aint gone do shit
Im knowin not capable

Ion really care bout yo story
Im not sobbin too

If he lying bout his raps
I’ll turn him to a hater too

Worrying bout da pressure
Of how it looks, he finna fold Oohh

Damn my necklace froze
Like sub zero im feelin cold Oohh

Imma make his shorty pose
Make em mad n grab a pole Oohh

Im knowin you a hoe
Cause You backdoor bros for hoes Oohh

I dont hang with does
Dey dont understand da code Oohh


iCKY

KrispyDaHiiiKidd

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