little things

Haven't left my house in days

Still getting paid from the SoundCloud plays

Swear the best don't impress me

You were like my bestie, why you're trying to press me?

Fuck beef, leave it all in the past

Thinking 'bout you, should be focused on the cash (On that money)

I'm hurt, need an ice pack

Snap me a selfie 'cause I really like that (You're beautiful)

It's the little things

Don't fuck with the bitter things, no-oh-oh

I'm trash, and you're littering

My mom always asks why I'm twittering (It's called Twitter)

Ask me what I be when I grow up

That question make me wanna throw up

My lesson I will never learn from

Build bridges, get hot when they burn up

Rather turn you down for the turn up

One of your friends said they'd hit me with the burner

Down to take shots to the face

But not the ones that leave me fucking leaking out my veins (Fuck that)

I got two ears for a reason

But they just turn red when it's below freezing

Crack the window, let the breeze in

Oh, I'ma go ghost, then blame it on the season

That's some shit I would do, and you know that

It's a Thursday, baby, you should throwback

Well, if not, I'm sorry

Didn't really mean to play you like Atari

It's the little things

Don't fuck with the bitter things, no-oh-oh

I'm trash, and you're littering

My mom always asks why I'm twittering