itchin

Lyrics

[Intro] The prophecy foretold that my wrist is looking very nice Looking through the woods, see some wolf and a pair of eyes– Eyes–, eyes–, eyes–, eyes– I'm thirty four years old, and I'm dying, I don't know where to turn [Verse] The prophecy foretold that my wrist is looking very nice Looking through the woods, see some wolf and a pair of eyes I don't need shit, deer in the headlights I put that bitches body on a bed of ice Ball on this bitch in some Ugg's, I don't wear Mike's This bitch got the game fucked up, she can't get it right Put the polе to his face, that bitch turned white Brain mattеr everywhere, I fucked up his mind Brain matter everywhere, I fucked up his mind Bitch, I'm serving white dog, look like Brain Griffin I'm in the trap house listening to Limp Bizkit This bitch said I'm mansplaining True Religion I said, "Bitch, you don't get it, so quit bitching" I'm thirty four years old, and I'm dying, I don't know where to turn Goth bitch on me, say she want to wear Affliction Told her I don't want that, I just love drug addictions Popping out, squeezing thirties on a mission Take a thirty, take a thirty, now I'm itching [Chorus] Now I'm itching, now I'm itching Now I'm itching, now I'm itching Now I'm itching, now I'm itching Now I'm itching, now I'm itching