Name: Tobacco Rose - “None Of My Hoodies Have Strings” by Tobacco Rose
Duration: 1 min 48 s
Description: Anxiety copying music, relating to loving someone or some shit

Anxiety copying music, relating to loving someone or some shit

Tobacco Rose - “None Of My Hoodies Have Strings”

#dpm #cannotdie

https://youtu.be/xzQ4WOlYisI?si=tSMmew6g3RMwrcdH

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insane (prod theo fk) VID IN DESC

Prod: amarahbeats
Cover art: Signs by Deana Lawson
From unreleased EP titled "Michigan"
@dead4cf

4cf:
Oh, you should let me know
I'm sleeping in my clothes
And wishing you were home 
You just let me know
Where you are on your own
I’m sleeping in my clothes

Raegun:
I’m the woman, still the man of the house
Booking me for shows, love to tear the roof down
Communist, so I share with my dawgs
Pinky ring on my finger look flawless
New bitch and I paid for her polish
Make more than my daddy and I’m still doing college (fuck nigga)
From a city where we fight if it’s a problem
Learned to hate 12 since I was a toddler
I don’t wanna go back, like no
I don’t wanna go back, no, no, no
Had to get it out the mud
Had to dodge all of that hate shit
Catholic school, all the typical “you won’t be great” shit
Fuck up out my phone if you giving me altercations
2023, I’m giving these niggas some ultimatums
Erykah said you better get your ass on the spaceship
It’s the year of the nigga, we gon’ take over like the Haitians

4cf:
Okay, she say I make her laugh all the time, stand izzup!
Ain’t no women like the girl for that nigga
Saying that her man real nice, and that’s fine
Baby, you could have the time of your life, hit my line
Just come text me
A call away, baby girl, let me confess it
I got the cream girl and yeah you could come spend it
We made a lot off this one track
You say you hate me all the time, you know I love that
Said hey you, get off my cloud
You don’t know me, and you don’t know my style, damn
I ain’t seen you get like this in a while
What did Frank say? What’s a king to a god?
Dress number 9, dressed in designer
She lost in the Christian Dior tryna find her
Had to put the thang down, flip it and remind her 
She gotta go home this time like

clothes w/ 4cf

issues

prod. me and joeboi

lyrics:

Bullet to my head and now I

And I know we fell apart

Tell me, Marci are you tripping? did that boy corrupt your vision?

Tell me, Marci are you tripping? did that boy corrupt your vision?
Take the blood right out my system, Leave my body fucking twisted
They tryna label that boy crazy, Like you wouldn't do that too
Tell me am I better off, why the fuck you duck my call?

Marci I'm that type of nigga
Marci I'm that type of nigga who don't really like nobody
All these bitches treat me different

Know my heart, you wanna win it but I'll never let you win
I'm busy in that motherfucker, tryna handle all my business

And I know we fell apart
Haven't seen you in a minute
Left a hole in my heart

Please talk to me, tell me what happened.
Please talk to me.
Please talk to me, Bunny.

Tell me, Bonnie. Are you slipping?
Did that girl give you some distance?
You acknowledge my existence.
Know my heart it can't resist it.

They tryna change my girl, you crazy.
Like the fuck I do to you?

Tell me am I better off, why the fuck you duck my call?

I know you turned a thousand and I'm only 23
It's just something 'bout the way you look at me I wanna scream.
Like I'd really let you murder me, Like all up to the third degree.
Like just as long as I can get a spot with you eternally. 

Tell me, Marci are you tripping? did that boy corrupt your vision?
Take the blood right out my system, Leave my body fucking twisted
They tryna label that boy crazy, Like you wouldn't do that too
Tell me am I better off, why the fuck you duck my call?

Marci I'm that type of nigga who don't fight with all these niggas
I don't really like nobody
All these bitches treat me different

Know my heart, you wanna win it but I'll never let you win
I'm busy in that motherfucker, tryna handle all my business

Tell me, Marci. Are you tripping? did that boy corrupt your vision?
Take the blood right out my system, Leave my body fucking twisted
They tryna label that boy crazy, Like you wouldn't do that too
Tell me am I better off, why the fuck you duck my call?

Marci I'm that type of nigga
Marci I'm that type of nigga
Tell me, Marci. Are you tripping?
Tell me, Marci. Are you tripping?

And I know we fell apart
And I know we fell apart

Please talk to me, Bunny.

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