Reese Walker - texter Lyrics

Bitch, I'ma hop up on the track, I'ma do a little dip, then I do a little dash
I think I'm more of a texter, take a trip to Japan, but my name is not Dexter
Yeah, I let her f*ck with my brain, but I swear, I'm not insane
New Year, but my problems still the same, 120 on the dash, 240 for the fame

Yeah, 83, it's a range
85, while we stop, bitch, I'm going to the top, bitch, I'm fly like a flock
Bitch, I got her out my life, bitch, I cut that bitch off, yeah

I really hate to say it, but I think you were right
You're not really worth the fight
You can keep what you have, and I'll take what I can

I'll drag the shit on, I got nothing to do, so I'm f*cking with you
I hope you get mad

I hope you get so mad that you tell your dad, then the shit gets sad
Then, uh, never mind, can't let this karma catch up to me
Guess it already did, it didn't end how you wish, but now I'm feeling better, dare I say it, than ever
Bitch, I'm always cold, yeah, no matter the weather

Bitch, I'm always cold, yeah, rock a fresh sweater
Bitch, I'm always cold, yeah, rock some fresh leather
Bitch, I'm always cold, yeah, I rock a