Yeah why you gotta do me like this ?
I ain't stressing no bitch , broken heart why you do me like this ?
Super hated got me feeling like Chris
Drank and percs got me feeling the mix
Super stressed got you smoking them cigs
Never thought I'd be balling like this
Like I , blew bags on you baby
I bought you , them balenciagas on ya damn feet
I got you , the amiris that you wear as Jeans
I bought you , Cartiers so you can damn see
Designer, really to me don't mean a damn thing
I thought, all these racks was a got damn dream
So high , numb the pain can't feel a damn thing
Hope I , od so I can got damn sleep
Yeah why you gotta do me like this ?
I ain't stressing no bitch , broken heart why you do me like this ?
Super hated got me feeling like Chris
Drank and percs got me feeling the mix
Super stressed got you smoking them cigs
Never thought I'd be balling like this