Go to Hell!

You keep speaking 'bout your problems, feel bad, but I feel like Airing our calls for those friends you never liked You know it's bad when they're involved, but it's worse when we communicate I'll admit my wrongs, but you can't do the same? Save that, I don't wanna talk, boy Know you ain't a saint, don't tell me 'bout your faith in god You going to hell, can't forgive, I ain't forgot Don't lie to my face, bitch, what, you think I'm dumb? Not a fan of whoever you are I'd put holes through your friends, then put a bullet through your heart Can't calm me down, someone get some xans over here Downtown, smile likе a bitch got veneers (Boy, I know) you must be up to something (good) Can you indulgе my vice? (But) you hate my presence like some fetish Damn, that must be nice Blame every girl you don't like Throw 'em to the dogs, go without a thought twice Keep washing your hands 'til your skin bone white Can't call you my friend, matter fact, I see you, it's on sight I don't fuck with hypocrites, hate the sinner, love the sin If that saint come marching in, make sure they don't breath again Tired motherfucker, old songs keeping you relevant You ain't check in with me, boy, boy, you get what you get Yeah, I ain't heartless, when them checks bounce, it get rough, huh? A&r calls ain't coming, know you fucked up Makes you really wonder what you praying for Fuck it, baby, call me when you think you've had enough, uh (or just) Save that, i don't wanna talk, boy Know you ain't a saint, don't tell me 'bout your faith in god You going to hell, can't forgive, I ain't forgot Don't lie to my face, bitch, what, you think I'm dumb? Not a fan of whoever you are I'd put holes through your friends, then put a bullet through your heart Can't calm me down, someone get some xans over here Downtown, smile like a bitch got veneers I don't fuck with hypocrites, hate the sinner, love the sin If that saint come marching in, make sure they don't breath again Tired motherfucker, old songs keeping you relevant You ain't check in with me, boy, boy, you get what you get