Chains on my neck still slide

Smoke in my lungs all night

Really wish I wasn't your type

Cus you’re really the type I like

Ill fall for a bitch in a skirt

Don't trust my mother though

How that shit work

Only trust my brother

Nigga went through hell first

Got rid of my stutter

I got rid of my curse

Chains on my neck still slide

Smoke in my lungs all night

Really wish I wasn't your type

Cus you’re really the type I like

12:22 at night

Double text at just the right time

Shawty bad, she worth all my time

She gone break my heart and ill end up crying

Ill be surprised if I do

Ain't cry in a while that's true

Not cause I'm tough

I really can't

I still fear

My stepmother's hands

But enough about me

What have you been through

Wanna know the inside and the outs of you

Sitting on the bench taking one last pull

Babe, you know I can't never un-like you

Chains on my neck still slide

Smoke in my lungs all night

Really wish I wasn't your type

Cus you’re really the type I like

Ill fall for a bitch in a skirt

Don’t trust my mother though

How that shit work

Only trust my brother

Nigga went through hell first

Got rid of my stutter

I got rid of my curse