[Chorus: thorrill]
Over my ex
Fuckin' up the next bitch that's giving neck, but I'm still a wreck
I do what I want: fuckin' up checks, poppin' out at events
I wish she could know the rest
Fuck all of the rest
But I know I'm a vet and I want my respect
I still remember what it felt like when I first when I stepped in that tes
My heart jumping out my chest
I just can't be like the rest
I'm ripping through her flesh
Burning through cash, I'll be taking trips out to Paris, France

[Verse: thorrill]
What they talking 'bout?
Fuck the US!
I had a blade in my bag, fuck TSA, I don't give a fuck 'bout what they saying
Stuck thе blade in my pants, I brought a lot of fits
I wear thesе orly fits
I simply sport this shit, yeah

[Bridge: thorrill]
Hitting on my ex
I got out my head, I'm over what she said
I'm free of stress, taking what I can just so I can feel less
Oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, so…
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