K Dazee - not coming back Lyrics

Yeah
I just left your crib and I ain't coming back
I hate your dog and your excessive use of thumbtacks
I hate your doormat
Said you keep it real but girl you walk round with a mask
Never on time and your car aint got no gas
I seen you in the club turning up
Girl you got finals in a week what the fuck
You started acted different in the city yeah
You always switch it up when you brittney yeah
Addicted to the zodiacs
Showed you all the signs but them signs you always hold it back
Got you running on laps but you never on track
Your circle full leeches and some alleycats
I kept it way pass 100
I love your moms but your pops it's still fuck em
He aint no better why he always stay judging
How im raised how the fuck he think im thuggin
I'm caring way too much this aint civil
Things are getting clear word to Crystal
Tired of making calls that aint official
Like blow the whistle
Bitches tell you lies like they love ya
I could really lie to face to just to fuck ya
Leave you in streets near the dumbster
Stab you in back accupenture
OKC bring the rain and the Thunder
I'm still in Jersey got your back got your number
I speak the truth cuz I love ya
You got my BIMA hoodie
Yeah i need it back
Always tryna front like where the teachers at
Educating me but never speaking facts
Girl you lost your mind come and get it back

Yeah
I just left your crib and I ain't coming back
I hate your dog and your excessive use of thumbtacks
I hate your doormat
Said you keep it real but girl you walk round with a mask
Never on time and your car aint got no gas
I seen you in the club turning up
Girl you got finals in a week what the fuck
You started acted different in the city yeah
You always switch it up when you brittney yeah
Addicted to the zodiacs
Showed you all the signs but them signs you always hold it back
Got you running on laps but you never on track
Your circle full leeches and some alleycats
I kept it way pass 100
I love your moms but your pops it's still fuck em
He aint no better why he always stay judging
How im raised how the fuck he think im thuggin
I'm caring way too much this aint civil
Things are getting clear word to Crystal
Tired of making calls that aint official
Like blow the whistle
Bitches tell you lies like they love ya
I could really lie to face to just to fuck ya
Leave you in streets near the dumbster
Stab you in back accupenture
OKC bring the rain and the Thunder
I'm still in Jersey got your back got your number
I speak the truth cuz I love ya
You got my BIMA hoodie
Yeah i need it back
Always tryna front like where the teachers at
Educating me but never speaking facts
Girl you lost your mind come and get it back