[Verse 1: Swings]
Tall bitch on the top, short bitch laying next to me
All of this porn shit without weed or ecstacy
I ain’t worried about gettin' no STDS
Who gives one when the opps tryin' to get the best of me
Dying erection after a few squirts
This bitch rose it back up again #Resurrection
She tried to reverse it don’t ask what that means
I told her to stay in her section don’t test me
Who said rap is evil this life is a blessing
I’m living remotely from getting attention
Direction I need but addicted to speed
No fucks given if these hoes go and cheat
Why be mad don’t even know insta IDs
Why be mad don’t even know insta IDs
Why be mad don’t even know insta IDs
Why be mad don’t even know insta IDs
[Verse 2: Swings]
I beat my obesity, handled depression
Ready for anything, give my attention to
Whatever’s in front of me so no guessing
Her mouths in my presence so I release tension
Partnered up round ones call 'em Smith and Wesson
No kids for me LTRs out of the question
‘Falling in love shit’ has taught me some lessons
Been puppeteered now I’m low-key Jim Henson
Tired of spoiled motherfuckers extending
Their hands out like I won’t pull out machetes
Getting rich brings out the scrooge I’m so petty
Paranoid, quiet, and moving so steady
Hatred towards people weighs on me heavy
Talking to strangers I’m secretly dreading
Life is a nightmare when pretty is Freddy
At a point where friends don't exist I’m betting
Tall bitch on the top, short bitch laying next to me
All of this porn shit without weed or ecstacy
I ain’t worried about gettin' no STDS
Who gives one when the opps tryin' to get the best of me
Dying erection after a few squirts
This bitch rose it back up again #Resurrection
She tried to reverse it don’t ask what that means
I told her to stay in her section don’t test me
Who said rap is evil this life is a blessing
I’m living remotely from getting attention
Direction I need but addicted to speed
No fucks given if these hoes go and cheat
Why be mad don’t even know insta IDs
Why be mad don’t even know insta IDs
Why be mad don’t even know insta IDs
Why be mad don’t even know insta IDs
[Verse 2: Swings]
I beat my obesity, handled depression
Ready for anything, give my attention to
Whatever’s in front of me so no guessing
Her mouths in my presence so I release tension
Partnered up round ones call 'em Smith and Wesson
No kids for me LTRs out of the question
‘Falling in love shit’ has taught me some lessons
Been puppeteered now I’m low-key Jim Henson
Tired of spoiled motherfuckers extending
Their hands out like I won’t pull out machetes
Getting rich brings out the scrooge I’m so petty
Paranoid, quiet, and moving so steady
Hatred towards people weighs on me heavy
Talking to strangers I’m secretly dreading
Life is a nightmare when pretty is Freddy
At a point where friends don't exist I’m betting
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