MODUS OPERANDI

Why don’t you know my name?

Why I gotta ask so many times?

Why don’t you know my fate?

‘Cause you ain’t a motherfucking god

Speak to God, ‘cause that’s YahWeh

Tired of having my own damn way

What’d I tell you about love at first sight?

What’s He tell you about love in the mud?

I can’t conversate, bitch I’m hella late

Speak in the morning, see you in the morning

What is there to say? Lost everything

Lost my space, lost my way

Lost all my friends, all my homies dead !

Fell in love with rain, fell in love with rain

Loyal to my main, loyal to this bitch

Holding myself back-from taking your bitch

You don’t understand

You don’t understand

You don’t understa-a-a-and

You don’t understand

I don’t need a fan

I don’t need a fan

I need my friends

I need my brother

Standing ovation for the hoes that did me dirty (Standing ovation for the hoes that did me dirty)

Wasting my time and just leaving me with nothing (Wasting my time and just leaving me with nothing)

The cliches are dead, the part is over

If you don’t grow up, you can’t show up

Mogard, Helm