
fickle - sunshine christo lyrics
[chorus]
i see i was being nice for nothing
these b*tches always going to look for something
i ain’t going out, b*tch, i ain’t done yet, talking about love, b*tch, we just met
trying to sleep around to clear my head, i don’t like resting in my own bed
toxic waste sludge, pocket filled with lead
wouldn’t it be easier if you were just dead?
[verse]
if you were dead it’d be simple, hoe folded on me like a wrinkle
not sweet at all like a pickle, these b*tches out here, they mad fickle
i’m the referee, you know i got the whistle
i’m so talented, i could’ve been a wiggle
i ride the beat like rocket ride, missile
chrome to your head, have it like a pillow, i ain’t trying to play around
you going to hand it over or get on the ground
[chorus]
i see i was being nice for nothing
these b*tches are always going to ask for something
i ain’t going out, you know i ain’t done yet
talking about love, b*tch, we just met
trying to sleep around just to clear my head
i don’t like resting in my own bed
toxic waste sludge, pocket filled with lead
wouldn’t it be easier if you were just dead?
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