mxybe Video (MV)

I can't cope with myself
Not a notch on my belt
Promise X I'll excel
Front of double XL
It's a song, it'll sell
Promise that on my cell
I don't kiss, I don't tell
Feel like living in hell
Lately, I've been feeling impulsive
Got mind on some the old shit
Yeah I guess I got some new ones
But I can't mess with the hoe shit
Open the legs like an ocean
Yeah I'm talkin 'bout Atlantic
What's up with all these emotions?
Shit reminds me of Titanic
Open the legs like an iceberg
When I'm with you I get hyper
Now my phone asking for messages as if the break didn't feed on my negligence, uh
Gun to my chest and the trigger I pull it
Knife to my throat so it kills me or would it
Kill it, I fit this
It work out, it fitness
Scratch one off my hitlist and god is my witness
Never gave a f*ck about a nigga bitch opinion
But he actin so different
Buddy better watch out cause he know that it's a mission
Now you know that's a given
Music for venting, this shit I'm inventing
To trust is a deathwish, the max of the selfish
I trust in myself and in only myself
Cause in this world I can't trust no one else