[Skit: Rickey Thompson]
Sad on your motherfucking b-day? Bitch, what the fuck?! Don’t you realize you popping? Every time you walk in the room, you break necks. Necks?! But you telling me you sad on your motherfucking b-day?
[Intro: Aminé]
Yeah
Yeah
Ahem
Yeah
[Verse 1: Aminé]
I sit here and tell you my problems, that’s how this work, right?
I’m s’posed to be open and honest, but I got time, right?
My niggas having seshes, and I’m doing sessions
Can’t man up if masculinity your only weapon
Man, I’ve thought about suicide a hundred times
But I'd hate to disappoint and see my momma cry
Birthdays these days be the worst days
'Cause I know I’m getting older and not happier
Me and my father love each other, but we barely show it
He hates that I left home, and the lawn is now his to mow it
He look at my generation and think that fashion's over
I'll kill my sister if she ever model Fashion Nova (True)
I'm always on a flight (Mm), or I'm in a hurry (Yeah)
I miss when losing my virginity was my only worry (Yeah)
Back when putting on a condom had me really scary (Scared)
And milkshakes were the only time we'd eat a cherry (*Pop*)
I think learnin' how to eat pussy from someone who eat pussy
Is better than learnin' from someone who doesn't
And that's word to my ex, and that's word to my tongue (Yeah)
And that's word to the woman who had my heart beatin' drums (Drums, drums)
Yeah, love is what I cherished and Ms. Parrish (Yeah)
Flew all the way to Paris and we made out on my terrace (Yeah)
I kept it on the low-low, 'cause I was in love (Love)
And the shade I had in my room was already enough ('Nuff)
I'm going on some dates, and I'm making some plans
But it's hard to find some love if the girl is a fan (Fan)
And after we fuck, she want a picture with me
She got me feeling like Paper Boi, but I cry when she leaves, yeah
Sad on your motherfucking b-day? Bitch, what the fuck?! Don’t you realize you popping? Every time you walk in the room, you break necks. Necks?! But you telling me you sad on your motherfucking b-day?
[Intro: Aminé]
Yeah
Yeah
Ahem
Yeah
[Verse 1: Aminé]
I sit here and tell you my problems, that’s how this work, right?
I’m s’posed to be open and honest, but I got time, right?
My niggas having seshes, and I’m doing sessions
Can’t man up if masculinity your only weapon
Man, I’ve thought about suicide a hundred times
But I'd hate to disappoint and see my momma cry
Birthdays these days be the worst days
'Cause I know I’m getting older and not happier
Me and my father love each other, but we barely show it
He hates that I left home, and the lawn is now his to mow it
He look at my generation and think that fashion's over
I'll kill my sister if she ever model Fashion Nova (True)
I'm always on a flight (Mm), or I'm in a hurry (Yeah)
I miss when losing my virginity was my only worry (Yeah)
Back when putting on a condom had me really scary (Scared)
And milkshakes were the only time we'd eat a cherry (*Pop*)
I think learnin' how to eat pussy from someone who eat pussy
Is better than learnin' from someone who doesn't
And that's word to my ex, and that's word to my tongue (Yeah)
And that's word to the woman who had my heart beatin' drums (Drums, drums)
Yeah, love is what I cherished and Ms. Parrish (Yeah)
Flew all the way to Paris and we made out on my terrace (Yeah)
I kept it on the low-low, 'cause I was in love (Love)
And the shade I had in my room was already enough ('Nuff)
I'm going on some dates, and I'm making some plans
But it's hard to find some love if the girl is a fan (Fan)
And after we fuck, she want a picture with me
She got me feeling like Paper Boi, but I cry when she leaves, yeah
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