I'll treat this just like Russian Roulette
I can give you my heart but just don't run off with that
How many times I been stepped on and stabbed in the back
Guess its my fault
Yeah my love like fentanyl
Too many days off adderall
Tryna get it need my racks tall
We go together like paper and rock
Chemist mixing Qua and Wock
Nine floors up in a pent house
Exotics tell me to sit it down
Ill give you my heart if you hold it down
I'll treat this just like Russian Roulette
I can give you my heart but just don't run off with that
How many times I been stepped on and stabbed in the back
Guess its my fault