Don’t Put Anything On the Bible (feat. Buzzy Lee)

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Oh, yeah, oh-oh, yeah
Oh-oh, yeah, oh-oh, yeah
Oh-oh, yeah, oh-oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh-oh, yeah
Oh–

I should've held my tongue
I shouldn't have kept it going
I want a love like water through me
I should've poured my honey slowly
Wash it away, my Rorschach, Rorschach
Wash it away, my Rorschach, Rorschach
Like hell, my hands will give up to twenty times
Hm, My heart will give up too many times
Lucks fallen I’ve seen it
My intrusion, there's a limit I can take, and I'm crawling out
Hm-hm, hm-hm
I'm a loner, I'm a loser, stuck at home
I'm lover, I'm a winner, try me on
For size, for size, I want you back in my head
For size, for size, I want you back in my bed

Oh, yeah, oh–

Fuck out the deep end, go get you a float, uhh
Y'all niggas always be doin' the most
Black Michael Phelps, just acknowledge the stroke
God-level libra, I swim with a ghost
I switched the channel then lost the remote
She for the world, she belongs to the globe
Gaslighting's popular, learn how to cope
Actin' like hoes, I throw these bands
She hit the floor (Let's get it)
Everyday people pushin' past the limit
Men only know, suppressin' what they feeling
I used to work for pennies on the minute
Hunger from struggle, stayed up, 'cause I live it
Worked on muscle, flex on all you bitches
I can't defend this bitch up in the mirror
I'd rather ask forgiveness then permission
Undo that cap, you can't restore the feeling
I'll never chill 'cause y'all really want a nigga broke-like
Fuck the excuses, but y'all really eat off the toxic narratives and jokes--like
Friends, they pass, and some opportunities never come back
If I don't know nothing, know one thing is set
Never react to the demographic with the swag of a cashier at Radio Shack
Talkin' to 'Zel like, when we start runnin', we ain't finna look back
You niggas makin' your trend through the trauma bond
Some depression is deeper than rap (Uh)