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subject - cut you off كلمات الأغنية

(chorus x2)
you tell me that i should get over it
that i need get used to it
i refuse to deal with this bullsh-t
you’re just a hypocrite and frankly i don’t give a sh-t
i’m glad for what we had but let’s leave it in the past
focused on my craft and you’re nothing but a rough draft
crumbled what we had and i threw it in the trash
threw it in the trash

(verse 1)
i tried to stick it out but you pout—and—doubt
about every little thing that life strives to bring
a f-cking child whose a b-tch even tho she ain’t wild
vile with your all white dirty shoe style
that you keep piled up just like emotions
you need to control em cuz you blowing up
b-tch grow up
you’re a ship seeking wreckage a baggage i cannot carry
your too angry bout everything no wonder i put off texting you
too depressing to ever send a good message
cuz your negativity will not rub off on me
tough and rough around the edges
spending time with other s-xes and exes
i tried to dig you out the darkest of trenches
i never mentioned the doubt i kept that out of my mouth
this is not what i’m about i’m an honest artist
but regardless you’re heartless and jobless
thinking that you’re a goddess

(verse 2)
cut you off this kid ain’t no fool
seems cruel but i keep a rule
to never be living my life for you
and doing whatever i need to do
you’re scr-w-ng me over no wonder
i’m smoking the doja blowing out all my stress
knowing that i’ll be up next
b-tch i p-ss every test with ease
through the memories in which i’ve seen
writing clean scenes that they can believe in
achieving a legacy so they remember me
never be moving hesitantly
i’m strong on my feet cannot be beat
forever the proof of work of the booth
long days and staying up all night
in due time i’ma shine so bright like a street light
elevated to new heights with a good view
and everybody wanna be you
premeditated escalated to dimensions
through rejection till i spread like an infection
in your head like deception with impressions of a lyricist
don’t throw a fit or b-tch when i spit
hit the switch you know what this is
touch of bliss it’s a myth i’ll quit
holds me down like a dread lock
committed like wedlock and i’ll never stop and i’m
working to the top till the day i drop

chorus
verse 1
chorus
verse 2
chorus

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