Does anyone, work at these fucking offices?
Or is it all a fucking answering machine service?
I've fucking had money been abducted from my fucking mobile
Without fucking authorization
I've had to send fucking e-mails, fucking texts
To get fucking bullshit replies
Now, I have to waste fucking money, ringing
Your fucking company, fucking overseas
To get a fucking answering machine
Resolve my fucking issue
See, I've been countin my days
Shit won't ever feel same
I've been running down all my lanes
I've been switching up on my face
Caught myself inside of your cage
Hold up wait, sha-la yuh
Down so bad, you'd thought I'd be dead
I'm living my life on the tip of the edge
And I'm back on my bullshit, I'll tell ya the truth is
Been doing so much
I forgot what i'm using, to make it all proven
But fuck tryna make that shit clear when I'm booming
I gotta lose it, bitches be fucking it up for the new shit
I know my days have been outnumbered
But I'm still gonna make it when it's summer
If you're fu-fu-in' up
Dick sucking, bitch fucking
Whole lot of hoes tryna get something
My bitch better, rob your sweater
With a bunch of other fuckers stomping on your head like
You don't need to follow rules if you fuckin' up
If you say you aint got no more time
Then you've run outta luck, fuck
Fuck a letter, better get a wrecker for your bitter record
You a dumb bitch, never litter lesser
Pepper shelter filling when the teller measure
See, I've been counting my days
Shit still feel the same
Always picking whacker rappers wrapping zappers
And the strapper patterned, bummer bitches slapping in the summer