[Verse 1: Jack Frost]
You lash out but you trapped inside that's a paradox
I'm cold like I stepped outside in a pair of socks
I was sold I was dripped out rise
All I care about is cash and that's real nigga (?) whereabouts
These hoes will leave you dead as a squirrel
You might as well go fuck a girl ain't no love involved
Soon as you thought she fucking that's the game dog
The game is the same it don't change just the names dog
She like to walk around in her draws like the X-Man
Her body language speaking in tongues, that's the best friend
Now you and him ain't speaking at all, they at the West End
And he even gripped the whip you fought, that's a mess man
We don't even seen what you saw, she suppose to be with ya
But she with him, we seeing them ball on social media
Looking all goofy and pissed type of shit you on
Looking all depressed, X-X (?)
Step out the mess you on man, you plotting murder
Soon as you (?) her or him will buy burners
Crazy in love, Gravy in blood it's gon' learn ya
Shit. Sit down for that bitch, dumb murderer

[Chorus]
(And I'm Sorry)
(And I'm Sorry)
(Trust me! You can trust me!) [x2]
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