Gas You Up Freestyle

Ima spend it all you
Yea yo you fine
To divine
Like a dime
Like lebron
No im kobe
I cant pass you to the next
But you packin on the stress
If I have you then im blessed
If I have you then Im cursed
Its the worst
Its a curse
This shit hurts

And it dont get better with the time
It gets worse
Yes ya bet cha crossed a line
Why you versed
Dead

All I gotta do is say im sorry and you back
Why you mad
Them the facts
Yea im bad
Yea im trash
Tell ya friends
Tell ya, dad,
Then I'm back in pad
Cause you addicted
To the feelings
They ain't real friends
Bro
They would fuck me in a second if I asked

They fuck me in the bedroom and then laugh
When you ask if u should take a nigga back
But we on the first month
And you fucked up