Lyrics THIS IS NOT A SONG THIS IS A MENTAL BREAKDOWN - KXLLSWXTCH

THIS IS NOT A SONG THIS IS A MENTAL BREAKDOWN

I would put the extra inch in but she can’t handle that shit
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Bitch I’m stressed out
Bitch I’m stressed out
Let him fuck, out his neck, he get stressed now
Bitch I’m stressed out
Bitch I’m stressed out
I got shit on my chest I can’t let out
Bitch I’m stressed out
Bitch I’m stressed out
Bitch I’m stressed, bitch I’m stressed, bitch I’m stressed out
Bitch I’m stressed out
Bitch I’m stressed out
Bitch I’m stressed, bitch I’m stressed, bitch I’m stressed out, yeah
Mess with my head, they talk to me
White bitch snorted ketamine off my D
I’ma fuck that bitch if she offering
I’ma get up in her body like autopsy
Like hell, boy, feeling like Constantine
I don’t really think God too fond of me
Better use your head boy, concentrate
'Fore you get your shit stuck, like constipate
Like your bitch be on me
She nagging, like dee dee
He think that he all the shit
All the kiwi
Give him a beating, he running like P. E
.223 in his mouth, like binky
Chopper hit him, now he hit up the nae nae
She go down on me, I’m not talking mayday
Let her suck me 'til I’m sleep and I’m lazy
Know some Crips, I’m with my cousin like Day Day
Haha, okay, okay
Thank you for tuning into my mental breakdown, I appreciate it
Yuh, yuh
Alright, that’s it, goodbye