DC The Don - Smashing Pumpkin (Calculations) lyrics

Artillery! Yeah, yeah

How the fuck did we end up back
Here? I'm like fuck that shit, let's go
Ain't no blood shed around this bitch
But I'm still dead wrong, i know
I don't got no calculator
For my calculations
I been counting down slow
I just picked the pieces off
From all flower pedals
Shawty hating me more this not a love song
This shit ain't written, no
This not a love song and
I'm just letting you know
This not a cry for help
Girl I've been chilling
She must be weak handed how she letting me go
I might just wrap around just like a ribbon
And go pick that bitch up and
Bring that bitch to my zone
'Cause I'm just that good with
Hidin' all my feelings
I just want my bitch back and
I'm just letting you know

Ooh, oh oh oh
Yeah, long conversations it's Henny, you
And me ooh, oh oh oh
I told her to throw thеm drugs away
They won't help your self-еsteem

Tryna de-clean the house
She left me in the dust
Used to be best friends
Where the fuck is the trust?
What the fuck am I missing?
My brain fucking up
We is nowhere near friends
You keep talking 'bout us
Tryna look over memories I can't save
Even when I do, girl they don't save much
Like what if all them feelings
Stuck and don't fade
Is you gonna turn your back or what?
Niggas been tryna ride my wave
Gotta let them niggas get wet up
And shawty gonna trick the gang she insane
I won't snitch, girl, I won't say much
I gotta problem feeling out and displaced
Any nigga close to a nigga fed up
Said, "I'm five minutes close, baby girl
Heads up"
I can never ever change, I'm the same
I was tryna live my fucking life
I ain't gave no fucks
But you never really cared
'bout the boy thinks much
Had to hop in my bag, I'm tryna find love
Where the fuck are you at? You never say much
Ooh, oh
I'm so numb to this shit, I be laughing, yeah
I can't even dream no more, I only have
Nightmares, I barely be sleep I be napping
Yeah

Ooh, oh oh oh
Yeah, long conversations it's Henny, you
And me ooh, oh oh oh
I told her to throw them drugs away
They won't help your self-esteem

Keep that shit real, I'm a dopamine addict
Obsessed with the thrills
Shawty materialistic, she only like bills
Every time I smile she in love with my grills
Just a nigga from the block
So I had to get the shot off
NBA shit, I'm in love with my steals
NBA shit, gotta whole lotta skills
Gotta whole lotta drugs and too many
Gotta whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Pills gotta whole lotta, whole lotta
Opps in the field
Gotta whole lotta, niggas tryna get me killed
That's a load of malarkey
You know where I live
Gotta in Milwaukee, I'm the east side kid
My coat on, it's cold and I know how it gets
Tryna see me laid out with a hole in my ribs
It's a semi auto, I'm strapped
Up in this bitch, better back your ass up if
You loving your kids
I pull up with that guys
Gotta fill up my ships
And the scouts all ready, my troops all ready
And shit getting heavy, so we gotta lift
Getting buff as a bitch
Choppa forgot how to miss
Sorry, I'm a ball hard, I forgot to assist
And I rock hard heavy, I gotta stay steady
I'm so far away, I'll catch you on the flip
Yeah

How the fuck did we end up back
Here? I'm like fuck that shit, let's go
Ain't no blood shed around this bitch
But I'm still dead wrong, i know
I don't got no calculator
For my calculations
I been counting down slow
I just picked the pieces off
From all flower pedals
Shawty hating me more