D O N E

Im not feeling sorry im done she rotting my brain i run (Yeah) running from her love (Yeah) im not fast enough Im not feeling sorry im done she rotting my brain i run (Yeah) running from her love (Yeah) im not fast enough counting my bread i moved up yeah double C′s on my belt yeah i probably had enough yeah she thinking i was stuck i don't know where you thought i was going (yeah) demons in my head yeah overflowing i skrrt away im that new SRT yeah she callin on my phone telling me she want me yeah i cant take her back she a real me fiend yeah clout demon chaser i don′t ever want her back (nah) counting my cheddar im winning this race taking my earnings and put it in her face running in my mind it's like a maze crash my car like death race (yeah) i get too turnt i don't need you anymore i don′t play no games i won′t come back for more yeah she like fendi, gucci, prada all im her name yeah did you even love me or did you love my money being with you was a prison in my head im never coming back i'd rather be DEAD Im not feeling sorry im done she rotting my brain i run (Yeah) running from her love (Yeah) im not fast enough Im not feeling sorry im done she rotting my brain i run (Yeah) running from her love (Yeah) im not fast enough