Adam - Some of You Lyrics

I just miss myself
I'd never miss a hoe
My demons coming back
There coming back for more
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Never have been through this before
(Yeah, Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah)
I've never been through this before
(Yeah, Yeah)
I don't wanna f*ck these hoes no more
They always playing playing me, they always picking me, they're only picking me
Cocaine take her nose off Voldemort
Don't bring your boyfriend up lil bitch oh yeah, oh yeah, he who must not be named

Yeah, yeah these hoes drive me insane
All girls are the same
Same shit but different name
So I'm drinking again to try to numb my pain
But the more I drink, the more the pain stays
Yuh Yuh
So now I hit that one time, outta there like David Blaine
Rain rain go away, don't come back another day
All this metal on my hip, yeah I can't get through TSA
And I can tell you're lying when you say your here to stay, yeah yeah

I can tell you're lying again, yeah
I know what it meant to me, but what did it mean to you?
Yeah Ohhh, all the shit you put me through
Was it fair to me or fair to you?
Now your gone and I don't know what to do
I gave you all of me, for only some you
You, you, you, you, you
Only some of you
Yeah
Only some of you

Yuh, 2, yeah, second verse
She coming back around, she saw the cash grow
She see me counting up, I'm counting up the cash flow
And when the cash is flowing it don't if I'm an asshole
She gon do some shit to me that you ain't even heard before
New girl, head master, I call her Dumbledore
Ran out of Ritalin, I gotta hit the drugstore
Yeah I need more, I gotta hit the drugstore
I'm fiending
You better believe it yeah I'm fiending

Been through shit in life, you know how that goes
I must hate to garden, I don't f*ck with hoes
But I'll still beat it up yeah, imma make the pussy whistle bro
F*ck with me I'll leave you dead like I'm the Clintons and you whistle-blowed
And you, and you whistle-blowed
My gun will kiss your dumbass like your sitting under mistletoe
Yeah, like your dumbass under mistletoe
Yeah, yeah yeah oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah

(Alright, chop that shit up, shits sounding good right now bro, yeah)

(If Salta made the beat you know it's hard)
(Salta made the beat)
(That doesn't sound like Adam)