Goodbye You

Welcome to my brain everybody

Last year I was in that mirror
How much money did you make
How much money in your bank
Let's go over your mistakes
Let me keep you up real late
You alone
They can't relate
This that regular
I can't talk to [C7]you
You might be [Am]fake
Get your shit together, homie
Hope you [A7ɾeady for [Dm7]your mind to [C7]break
Got some stake in your mind mindstate
My Earthquake
You make me shake
Got a date
I can't be [Am]late
At the gate probably ɾound 8
I don't care if you [A7gone hate
I'm gone eat so grab my [A]plate

What more can I say
I don't want to [C7]play
Kids no more, we ain't
So I must
Get away
From you
Don't move
I'll shoot
These bullets ɾight through you
Goodbye you

How you [A7doing
Think I'll lose it
I let you [A7win
I fucked up
I let you [A7in
Got me fucked up from within
Bet your ex got [Fm7]a new man
Bet you [A7still gotta pretend
Bet you [A7still writing and [Bm]still crying
And still locked in your head
Drop your plans
Hop in your bed
I should off you
Leave you [A7dead
Thought you [A7got [Fm7]me when I said
Stop this shit all [Em]in my [A]head
I take off like [F]ɾeady set
Locked and [Bm]loaded
Shot like [F]Steρh
Got me boxed in
Dropped me
Lost it
I'm not quite how you [A7expect
Go Mills
For ɾeal
Gold grills in my [A]future
Staying solid
Booth Medusa
Ain't no liar
I'm a tɾuther
I'mma boot you
This my [A]new stuff
Bet you [A7hate it when you [A7see
Bet you [A7wish that you [A7was [Am7]me
Bet you [A7hate when they believe

What more can I say
I don't want to [C7]play
Kids no more, we ain't
So I must
Get away
From you
Don't move
I'll shoot
These bullets
Right through you
Goodbye you

F*ck what they say about me
I tell them [A]to [C7]suck my [A]dick if they doubt me
My city crowned me
Don't forget about me
I was [Am7]drowning
But now I found me
I'm off the chain
Bitch don't know my [A]name
Bitch go learn my [A]name
You follow all [Em]my [A]pages
Make it my [A]songs that you [A7sing
Yo
I'm making it clear, hoe
It's me in the stereo
I ain't fit no stereotype
Finally do me how I like
My pain can't ɾuin my [A]night
I put this on [C7]my [A]life, bruh
I'm finally doing this ɾight
I f*ck with me
Baby me
Baby me
I feel like [F]I might die a G-O-D

What more can I say
I don't want to [C7]play
Kids no more, we ain't
So I must
Get away
From you
Don't move
I'll shoot
These bullets
Right through you
Goodbye you
Goodbye you
Goodbye you
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