Yeah, Young Heart Throb, Smooky MarGielaa
Yeah, hey
I could never tell you sorry, put my feelings into music
Gave you love, you abused it, gave you love, you abused it
I had plans, I had big plans, if you want Chanel we could do it
I ain't never want the fame, baby well we took a chance and we blew it, yeah
'rari, I put that girl in a 'rari
All of these niggas they sorry, all of these niggas they sorry
, bad bitch you know she wanna party
I'm on my Vlone like Bari, I ain't call your phone I'm sorry
Yeah, all these chains on my, exhausting
I just left Rick Owens, New York, baby, not no Neiman Marcus
She swear I got all the women, I've been on the road, you get it
I know you want a piece of me, it's hard to just stop lovin' me
I could never tell you sorry, put my feelings into music
Gave you love, you abused it, gave you love, you abused it
I had plans, I had big plans, if you want Chanel we could do it
I ain't never want the fame, baby well we took a chance and we blew it, yeah
I could never tell you sorry, put my feelings into music
Gave you love, you abused it, gave you love, you abused it
Baby, love, you abusive
Come in through designer new shit
Don't be acting like a nuisance, I could always get a new bitch
MarGielaa Man, what the fuck do you mean?
Boy, better watch how you talkin' to me
Chains on my neck, bitches on bling
I'm in a jet, I'm overseas
Twenty G's, girl what you need
Get you designer from top to your feet
bag on me, Louis V
Pullin' up in Margiela's, ballin' 23
What I did in Coachella, came with Rocky in the Beam
Money lost, money lost, count it up then fall asleep
Foreign cars, foreign cars, heard you comin' in a
I could never tell you sorry, put my feelings into music
Gave you love, you abused it, gave you love, you abused it
I could never tell you sorry, put my feelings into music
Gave you love, you abused it, gave you love, you abused it