[Lyric] 22 (Karlin Tanner)

Blowing up her phone, I know I’m tripping for no reason
She gon’ call it crazy, but I say I call it feening
She don’t want no other ho’s ‘cause then this shit too easy
Know I talk a lot of shit, but she know I don’t mean it
They gon' say I'm tripping, but I got a hundred reasons
One hundred fucking reasons I’m never ever leaving
Nope, I ain’t leaving
Even if we ain’t speaking
And if we ain’t speaking, you know Ima be tweakin’
Need a real bitch, I ain’t nothin’ like these groupie ho’s
Nothin’ like these bitches sitting front row at your fucking shows
She need her a rеal one, somethin’ to make hеr feel sum
I know I ain’t tripping man, about you I might kill some
(Yeah) Kill some, fucking yeah, drill sum
Make one call, she still come ‘cause I make her feel sum
Yeah, feel sum, feel sum
This lil’ something different, swear to God it make her feel numb