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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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