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1xfighter - call me when you're off of it lyrics

don’t you even start your sh+t with me
i’m drunk, i want to argue
it’s three a.m, i’m on your line like “where the f+ck are you?”
layin’ in bed, fed up with my arguin’
‘stead of tryna’ calm me, you say “call me when you’re off of it”
f+ckin’ up my liver in front of her, let her hear the sip
told her i ain’t drinkin’, she can see the shine atop my lip
scold her ’bout her thinkin, you ain’t sh+t when you’re on top my d+ck
and i don’t mean ridin’, i mean your mom when you want a hit
you know she know it, now we yelling over the phone, i tell that b+tch i’m ’boutta drive back homе
’cause when i hit her in hеr dome, i know that p+ssy ass trick of a b+tch wouldn’t hit me back if she got gold
now, it’s morning, and my shadow tend to follow me
yo’, i need weed, my f+cking stomach’s so bothering
let me know when you available, i’ll bring my rig over
don’t know how he feelin’ sayin’ “no”, but i feel sh+t sober
you don’t wanna witness
hold up, watch this
throw up on the sidewalk and i hear a car stalkin’
don’t know who it is, but i’m scared they ‘finna rock sh+t
a 200 pass me, red like a moshpit
“aye, f+ck you!” and i realize at the last sec
it’s that stupid wh0re in the car givin’ me bad rep
voicemail from my dude, her sayin’ that i give mad head
but i don’t never want, ’cause i think she half an object
he say “nah, you’s bad as sh+t”
yea, you know what that means
hop in the s80, t6, don’t pass me
drive up by his side, still f+cked up and hungover
see myself like “d+mn, the dude she givin’ up her c+nt over”
tell t i’ll just be a minute, cut him off and brake check
her ass up on his lap so i give em a paycheck
rear+ended my car to sh+t, only 3 grand anyway
i drive off, “f+ck you”, theirs can’t even alternate
drive over to my brother’s for some fire ass weed
thought he ‘finna share, guess the sh+t ain’t free
pay a couple hundred for an ounce and now i’m back, home
feelin’ like mccallister how i’m livin’ home alone
drive over to my brother’s for some fire ass weed
thought he ‘finna share, guess the sh+t ain’t free
pay a couple hundred for an ounce and now i’m back, home
feelin’ like mccallister how i’m livin’ home alone
don’t you start your sh+t with me
i’m high, i’m tryna’ lie down
couldn’t find peace, so i’m back in the right town
call you, “where you at babe?”
oh, i’m at alex’s
i’m spending the night so just spend time and relax a bit
b+tch, what the f+ck is wrong with you, i’m’ma off myself
she screaming on the other end “get your d+ck out of me, help!”
that f+cker don’t help, what do i do?
do i k!ll myself or stay alive and k!ll him too?
nah, f+ck it, murder all of ’em like gettin’ jumped with martyrdom
and throw a punch so fun it break my wrist and leave his hearin’ hum+
+ming, motha’f+cka’ old, hit him and it’s so mean
f+ck that lil’ shrew, don’t want her, i’ll f+ck the codeine
talkin’ to the b+tch and she gon’ say she miss the f+ckin’ old me
feelin’ guilty, walkin’ ’round the block with my f+ckin’ homie

- 1xfighter lyrics

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