Azizi Gibson - 5 Page Letter

Prehistoric

Yeah, you know how this shit goes
How that shit goes so tell them (Man tell them)
Is she don't run when you run
Fuck her my man can't help it (Just leave her)
Put your heart back in your little bitch ass chest
Nigga don't sweat it (You good)
My nigga I get it (You good)
My nigga I get it
You can't sleep at night next to her
Say I can't do it (I feel you)
But you can't pay the rent by yourself
What the fuck are you doing (Fuck is you doing)
Every time you try to talk her out
It feels like you're losing (Feels like you're losing)
No point to send no text, she vexed
She's stressed, it's gruesome (It's ugly)
I kept it chill, I kept it cool, you kept it ruthless
You blocked all my paths, drained all my gas
Seized all my Movements
Got in my brain, multiplied pain
You think I'm stupid? (You think I'm stupid?)
You think I'm stupid? (You think I'm stupid?)
Yeah you're right, you'd be better off by yourself (Just be lonely)
Cause I need help, you need help, we all need help
I ain't saying this in so long, but when I'm gone (What?)

Don't be writing me no, five page letter Filled with your lies, I'm not that kind, feed it to another guy
I'm good on your sideways stepping, bitch you mine
And my comments lined, you ain't help me shine
So don't write me no, five page letter
Filled with your lies, I'm not that kind, feed it to another guy
I'm good on your sideways stepping, bitch you mine
And my comments lined, you ain't help me shine

Jacked up the price
Now I think they all know (Oh my God I think I see it)
I set a new bar
Just so I could dodge yours (Oh my God I think I see it)
I'm too hot, not looking for a snow cone
I just want a bad bitch, but they all Instagram ho's
I'm good, I'm good
Yeah I think I'm finna past by (I'm straight)
Sorry I don't want you, bitch I'm too hype
I'm good, I'm good
And your attitude is too dry (I'm straight)
Sorry I don't want you, bitch I'm too hype

Don't be writing me no, five page letter
Filled with your lies, I'm not that kind, feed it to another guy
I'm good on your sideways stepping, bitch you mine
And my comments lined, you ain't help me shine
So don't write me no, five page letter
Filled with your lies, I'm not that kind, feed it to another guy
I'm good on your sideways stepping, bitch you mine
And my comments lined, you ain't help me shine