THIS IS NOT A SONG THIS IS A MENTAL BREAKDOWN - KXLLSWXTCH

I would put the extra inch in but she can’t handle that shit

Yeah, yeah, ayy

Bitch I’m stressed out

Bitch I’m stressed out

Let him fuck, out his neck, he get stressed now

Bitch I’m stressed out

Bitch I’m stressed out

I got shit on my chest I can’t let out

Bitch I’m stressed out

Bitch I’m stressed out

Bitch I’m stressed, bitch I’m stressed, bitch I’m stressed out

Bitch I’m stressed out

Bitch I’m stressed out

Bitch I’m stressed, bitch I’m stressed, bitch I’m stressed out, yeah

Mess with my head, they talk to me

White bitch snorted ketamine off my D

I’ma fuck that bitch if she offering

I’ma get up in her body like autopsy

Like hell, boy, feeling like Constantine

I don’t really think God too fond of me

Better use your head boy, concentrate

'Fore you get your shit stuck, like constipate

Like your bitch be on me

She nagging, like dee dee

He think that he all the shit

All the kiwi

Give him a beating, he running like P. E

.223 in his mouth, like binky

Chopper hit him, now he hit up the nae nae

She go down on me, I’m not talking mayday

Let her suck me 'til I’m sleep and I’m lazy

Know some Crips, I’m with my cousin like Day Day

Haha, okay, okay

Thank you for tuning into my mental breakdown, I appreciate it

Yuh, yuh

Alright, that’s it, goodbye