Russ - CAN'T GO ON

Baby, baby, why'd you call me out my name? (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause I made it and I might just do the same (Yeah, yeah)
This ain't healthy girl, this can't go on
I think I'm over it, this can't go on
Baby, baby, why'd you call me out my name? (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah

I know you're you but I'm me, that shit means some shit
I got a house with a studio, I dreamed this shit
I be locked in, phone off, hits gettin' made
I don't got time to play house and kids gettin' made
I got tapestries, I'm buyin' for Morrocan-themed rooms
You got travesties of fuckin' men for vodka and shrooms
Gossipin' too as if I give a fuck

I gave you dick and conversation, guess I gave too much
My friends say it's my fault, they say that I'm the problem
They say that if I don't want them attached, then I should dog 'em
But that's not in my nature, I swear that's not the real me
Even if I felt okay about it, mom would kill me



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