Traffic

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh, uh [Verse] I'm getting cold sweats in my room It ain't occur to me, I got some catching up to do And don't forgive me or you're screwed Walk on your back like I was tryna raise a mummy, Doom I don't wanna make it I have some traits that wouldn't work if I was really famous I do not leave my house at night for food, I think it's dangerous If I were stabbed or killed or trafficked, that'd really suck (But) My dad gets paid to fire people, he brings the notice to the door The swinger of the hammer, my father, he is not the source We gotta makе a living, life ain't easy to afford Aired by a boy, I guеss I'm— You still miss your ex, I could be your next one I could be a fun one, I might get you hexed Speak about myself a lot, that's how I connect Wanna pay my people living check to check to check I hope they— And I hope ma' hears it too Ex-friends in their twenties fuck me over out the blue Said I'm doing better, I'm still screaming at the roof Still the mediator, ain't no time to be confused My advice to anyone in my position You never gotta listen, fuck that girl, be glad you didn't I miss when things weren't this way I'm molded by the minute I'm colder by the minute I'm losing faith in minutes