I don’t want you anymore. Oh my God.
I don’t think nothing to do it too.
Cada Tela dela Cada
the down. For real.
I’mma put this shit in a cardboard box.
Change the number and I’m changing the locks.
Heart don’t stop.
Then I’m crying. Good boy.
Box she is my number and I’m changing my thing and all the locks.
She wants to know my secrets
but she’s not crying. But boy,
I’m not stressing. Oh,
I don’t do the stutter in my room. Oh shit.
Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah.
Shit. In a cardboard box.
Changing my number and I’m changing the locks.
Changing my number and I’m changing the locks.
Another jeans and another day. That you hope
I’ve taken it to your homie. Haha.
Okay. There you go. Wow.