Wedding Cake - Nimic Revenue

I’m no fan of pain, but I guess it feels good

'Cause I keep coming back to you and I know you’re no good, yeah

Two strikes away from letting go and I probably should, huh

But if they only knew, I wish I could, yeah

Yeah, ice cube chain, chain

Yeah, I just count up in private

My mama seeing me shining

Yeah, left the haters on silent

What can they say now?

Slid on they bitch like a playground

She love to party and rave now

Now she got tats on her face now

Yeah, that’s my twin, my baby, my everything

Hope one day we start settling

I know I’m not good with my messaging

Girl, I can give you the rest of me

Got the drip, niggas want the recipe

Why take a fake when you can have the real thing?

I done been in small chances, I done been in big plays

And the money still big, nigga, ain’t shit changed

I’m no fan of pain, but I guess it feels good

'Cause I keep coming back to you and I know you’re no good, yeah

Two strikes away from letting go and I probably should, huh

But if they only knew, I wish I could, yeah

Everything look easy, but it’s always easy to look, uh

So fuck all that preaching, you don’t know what it took, yeah

I give her my heart and more

Just stay back 'cause she slammed the door

When we both couldn’t handle no more

Had to look both ways to pull the cord

Oh, what are we fighting for?

Shouldn’t have to question who you fighting for

Fuck it, I’m moving on

It’s like I only do wrong

Colder than where I’m from

But hotter than what’s in my lungs

I’m no fan of pain, but I guess it feels good

'Cause I keep coming back to you and I know you’re no good, yeah

Two strikes away from letting go and I probably should, huh

But if they only knew, I wish I could, yeah