Expilled - Pain Lyrics

I gave you all these planets but you still want space
I'm about to pop off like a pimple that's on your face
Hop up in a golf cart, just so I can skirt off
I'm sorry if you think I'm weird that's just how I come off
I gave you all these planets but you still want space
I'm about to pop off like a pimple that's on your face
Hop up in a golf cart, just so I can skirt off
I'm sorry if you think I'm weird that's just how I come off
I know I'mma nice guy but why do people still talk shit to me
Maybe the idea of love wasn't even meant for me
(Why am I here)
Yeah that's a mystery
I'mma make sure my money green like the Statue of Liberty
Woke up one morning shawty wanted Beenkeen shoes
I got Gucci, Jimmy Choo, Balenciaga, and Prada too
You playing with my feelings like a PS2
She don't know what to say I think that she's fucking Lieu
I gave you all these planets but you still want space
I'm about to pop off like a pimple that's on your face
Hop up in a golf cart, just so I can skirt off
I'm sorry if you think I'm weird that's just how I come off
I gave you all these planets but you still want space
I'm about to pop off like a pimple that's on your face
Hop up in a golf cart, just so I can skirt off
I'm sorry if you think I'm weird that's just how I come off

I gave you all these planets but you still want space
I'm about to pop off like a pimple that's on your face
Hop up in a golf cart, just so I can skirt off
I'm sorry if you think I'm weird that's just how I come off
I gave you all these planets but you still want space
I'm about to pop off like a pimple that's on your face
Hop up in a golf cart, just so I can skirt off
I'm sorry if you think I'm weird that's just how I come off
I know I'mma nice guy but why do people still talk shit to me
Maybe the idea of love wasn't even meant for me
(Why am I here)
Yeah that's a mystery
I'mma make sure my money green like the Statue of Liberty
Woke up one morning shawty wanted Beenkeen shoes
I got Gucci, Jimmy Choo, Balenciaga, and Prada too
You playing with my feelings like a PS2
She don't know what to say I think that she's fucking Lieu
I gave you all these planets but you still want space
I'm about to pop off like a pimple that's on your face
Hop up in a golf cart, just so I can skirt off
I'm sorry if you think I'm weird that's just how I come off
I gave you all these planets but you still want space
I'm about to pop off like a pimple that's on your face
Hop up in a golf cart, just so I can skirt off
I'm sorry if you think I'm weird that's just how I come off