[Intro]
Said I’m used to getting cut oh
(Over and over and over)
And I’m used to getting cut oh
(Over and over and over and over)
Oh
[Chorus]
You’re my drug
I feel it in my lungs
I would put my trust in you if not the lord above
Just tell me what it is and I don’t care bout what it was
All I know is getting paper so I’m used to getting cut
[Verse 1]
I been cut so deep 20 times like an onion
You know it’s a hole in my heart it look like a funion
Really I be having fun yeah, why I feel like I’m the only one here
And this relationship ain’t for everybody you ain’t listening through only one ear oh
Bitch you trippin
I’ll keep my distance
If you hear me talking shawty you should listen
Are you really hearing me like do you get it?
I don’t wanna talk about it even argue bout it but the feelings the reason I did it
I really be sitting inside of my head I don’t get it, these niggas be wanting to kick it
I can’t associate myself wit the ones who couldn’t see the vison aww
That shit risky way more dangerous than fetynol
But I know that I prevail even if my back against the wall
Ok shorty throw that ass back just for a minute aww
I don’t really need you
But you really need me
We don’t really need love
I’m just hoping you can see (x2)
[Chorus]
You’re my drug
I feel it in my lungs
I would put my trust in you if not the lord above
Just tell me what it is and I don’t care bout what it was
All I know is getting paper so I’m used to getting cut
[Verse 2]
Oh
I feel like I’m toxic
Damn what a plot twist
I’m a grown man to be honest that is not it, every other day I love you others I do not bitch
I can’t really hate myself for weighing all my options aww
I don’t need you
I don’t need you
Unlike r2d2
I don’t fuck with other people
My emotions fluctuating like a sequel, sometimes I am wondering was I really born evil ahh
[Chorus]
You’re my drug
I feel it in my lungs
I would put my trust in you if not the lord above
Just tell me what it is and I don’t care bout what it was
All I know is getting paper so I’m used to getting cut
[Outro]
Yeah I’m used to getting cut
Over and over yeah I’m used to getting cut
Oh I’m used to getting cut
Over and over and over and over
Said I’m used to getting cut oh
(Over and over and over)
And I’m used to getting cut oh
(Over and over and over and over)
Oh
[Chorus]
You’re my drug
I feel it in my lungs
I would put my trust in you if not the lord above
Just tell me what it is and I don’t care bout what it was
All I know is getting paper so I’m used to getting cut
[Verse 1]
I been cut so deep 20 times like an onion
You know it’s a hole in my heart it look like a funion
Really I be having fun yeah, why I feel like I’m the only one here
And this relationship ain’t for everybody you ain’t listening through only one ear oh
Bitch you trippin
I’ll keep my distance
If you hear me talking shawty you should listen
Are you really hearing me like do you get it?
I don’t wanna talk about it even argue bout it but the feelings the reason I did it
I really be sitting inside of my head I don’t get it, these niggas be wanting to kick it
I can’t associate myself wit the ones who couldn’t see the vison aww
That shit risky way more dangerous than fetynol
But I know that I prevail even if my back against the wall
Ok shorty throw that ass back just for a minute aww
I don’t really need you
But you really need me
We don’t really need love
I’m just hoping you can see (x2)
[Chorus]
You’re my drug
I feel it in my lungs
I would put my trust in you if not the lord above
Just tell me what it is and I don’t care bout what it was
All I know is getting paper so I’m used to getting cut
[Verse 2]
Oh
I feel like I’m toxic
Damn what a plot twist
I’m a grown man to be honest that is not it, every other day I love you others I do not bitch
I can’t really hate myself for weighing all my options aww
I don’t need you
I don’t need you
Unlike r2d2
I don’t fuck with other people
My emotions fluctuating like a sequel, sometimes I am wondering was I really born evil ahh
[Chorus]
You’re my drug
I feel it in my lungs
I would put my trust in you if not the lord above
Just tell me what it is and I don’t care bout what it was
All I know is getting paper so I’m used to getting cut
[Outro]
Yeah I’m used to getting cut
Over and over yeah I’m used to getting cut
Oh I’m used to getting cut
Over and over and over and over
( Almighty Kahn )
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