FIX URSELF! - JPEGMAFIA

Said, «Baby, it’s all»

And we’re way on

Say, «We'll all be feelin', we’ll all be feelin', can you feel?»

I’m so sad to be such a negative, a negative refugee

This, uh, uh

Oh, rub it, baby, oh, rub it baby

Ooh, rub it, oh, rub it, baby, oh, rub it baby

Oh, rub it, baby, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yes

I’m all alone, I’m at my best

Talkin' that shit, come take my breath

Fake love’s what their fantasy says

They always bury the best (Uh)

My success, count up all of my eggs

Stay on God when I move through TECs (Let's go)

Tell me why you hate me (Huh)

You ain’t making' no profit

Somebody can’t get to the bag (Damn, damn, damn), sad (Shh)

What is you doin', boy?

How is you tryna make it with no talent or cash?

(For real)

2020, niggas out here with no clue, no plan and no mask

Damn

I went from nothin' to sluttin', it wasn’t easy, babe

Shoutout my bitch and my husband, I love y’all equally

Every mornin' I body shame, I can’t stand my face

At the end of the day, I know your bitch-ass ain’t gon' fade

Can’t let these niggas talk to me, no fuckin' way

It’s so sad to me, these boys told make believe

Shoutout my refugees, my fans my family

It’s so tragic, baby, who provided for you?

You ain’t got nothin' for me, cut that bitch out my story, woah

Who the best?

(Pssh) Took a reduction and made a mess (Yeah)

Kid greedy, you a Sudafed

I’ll let you bitch niggas do the rest

I love my baby like Trump loves Putin, in the deepest way (Yeah)

My baby’s barely scratch the surface, there’s a deeper state (Yeah)

Even though you tried to give me top when I was not awake (Huh?)

I know that nigga ain’t in the ground but he still dead to me

She’s still obsessed with me, it’s real

There’s no need to fill a void when your past ain’t fake

Shoutout my bitch and my husband, y’all get here equally

Momma told me, «Shoot for the stars,» so I aim that way

At the end of the day, I know your bitch-ass ain’t gon' fade

Can’t let these niggas talk to me, no fuckin' way

It’s so sad to me, these boys told make believe

Shoutout my refugees, my fans my family

I’m way, I’m-I'm way too real for this shit

You niggas gotta get censors

See, you gotta get censors 'cause they’re gonna fuck around and ruin a nigga

life

(You know I’m ready) Puss, all of ya

You know I’m ready, y’all make me mad stressed (Yeah, yeah)

I’m really black out here and y’all just performin'

Nobody wants you and you can’t absorb it

I can’t be scared of me, my bitch is so gorgeous (Ah-ah)

At the end of the day, I know your bitch-ass ain’t gon' fade (Yeah)

Can’t let these niggas talk to me, no fuckin' way (Yeah)

It’s so sad to me (For real), these boys told make believe (Oh yeah)

Shoutout my refugees (Let's go), my fans my family (Pssh), huh

Nasty, real nasty