Whethan, Slump6s, glaive - ​MENTAL lyrics

[Whethan, Slump6s, glaive - ​MENTAL lyrics]

Oh, oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh (Baby, you know we get away)
(I hold them racks up every day)
(I see you when I go back to the hell)
(You broke my heart
But the money make it okay)

I just want you to know that
I'm doing better on my own
Right, so, diamonds colder than a snowman
Y'all tried to play me like a fool, man
Still bad as hell and you know that's why
I had to go back to my old ways
To my old ways before I met you
I don't know why it's so hard to forget you
I can't even be mad at the fact
You left me 'cause I let you
You left my heart damaged
That shit detrimental
Not the way I planned it
But it's really fucking with my mental
(Mental)

I'ma need much more
'cause a sorry won't work
You want my heart
I don't think you deserve it
You want my love, you gotta earn it
We gotta cut it off, this shit not working
Since you getting money
Then show me a rack boy
I feel like Kobe, just by the
Way that I'm smokin' this thrax, boy
I ain't never been in a movie, but I
Can tell by the way that you act, boy
Well everybody steady hatin', I'm ballin'
Just like I was Shaq, boy
All the pain and that hurtin'
I don't need that at all
I can't buy you a Birkin
We can't go to the mall
Me and you weren't really workin'
I'm ignorin' your calls
You really all on my phone, you on my cell
We're breakin' the law

I got a lot on my mind
I think I need a minute (Woah, yeah)
You really started a problem
You can't even finish (Woah, yeah)
I just blew a bag at Saks, and a bag at Lenox
(Oh, woah)
I'm really tellin' you somethin'
I need you to listen (Oh, woah, woah)

Ayy, me and Slump walk in the
Party like we own that shit
Got some bands in my Pradas
I ain't jokin' shit and for my dad and my
Mother, I'ma take that risk
And I'ma take your shit
Feel like the man right now, told him, "Man
Pipe down" and like I don't need you
I need a band right now
And like I don't need your heart
I need a hand right now
Only got a couple songs
She's a fan of me now (Ayy)

(She try to tell me she love me, woah)
(I already know that the lil'
Girl is lyin', woah, yeah)
(Try to tell me she love me, woah, woah)
(I already know that the lil' girl is, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Sh-Sh-She try to tell me she love me
I already know that the lil' girl is lyin'
(Ayy) man, I'm in LA, so I've
Been smokin' this gas
It feel like I'm flyin'
(Feel like I'm flyin')
It don't make sense to me
I'm gettin' the bands, i'm outta control
She only messin' with me 'cause
The money and fame, and all of my diamonds
Flexin' that chain, but it ain't yours
I'm gettin' money of course
He wanna play with the gang
I call up my shooter, he hittin' the floor
I just seen what you did
I cannot love that girl anymore
Kick that girl right out the crib
I'm finna lead her right through the door
(Oh, woah)

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