Tropes - Spikes n Excuses lyrics

Yuh, stuck up in my words
Like I can't stop it yea, like I'm
Yuh, lookin for excuses I can't stop it
Get to choppin i'm sorry it's
I apology i know u find it all all for me
I feel at times they wannabe that boy got
You think you're funny comedy
Got all this shit on top of me
I can't decided anymore

Count it up
I count it up and I go straight to the floor
Yea i stumble n i fall be4 I open the door
My cards are on the table but I
Got the rest in the drawer
I swear that you're just a bore
I'll break ur record box down
And the ice turn his neck
Don't talk down, I kno u listen to Roxanne
She j wanna party all night
Can't stand the man I am

Twice sobеr
Lunch party, but it's dinner now
Fuck the loser, i'm thе winner now
Tryna paint me like a sinner now but so am I
So am I, so am I
Swear to god I don't even try
Gimme all the questions even tho
I got em all right
For the rest of the night I
Won't be alright alright alright, sit tight
You put it all there for nothin
He only texts you when he
Wants to feel somethin somethin like a rose
I don't get it, u just gotta free me
I ain't tellin you again sir
It's a convoluted answer i think I'll ever
I swear I just want the answer