Don't Text Me

Listen man
 I don't need your help
 Do it all myself
 Burnin' all my bridges
 And I hope you burn in hell (ha-ha)
 I don't need your help
 Do it all myself
 Burnin' all my bridges
 And I hope you burn in hell
 Bet you laughin' momma struggle payin' taxes
 You relaxin', rose colors in your glasses
 I've been pretty passive, but I'm done with all the actin'
 I don't wanna see your face or your neck, bitch I'll snap it
 Alcoholic piece of shit
 I don't give a fuck about you, two faced snake
 So much that I don't trust about you
 Mom drive Cassandra to every single practice
 And every single shift and all her fuckin' classes
 You ain't really done shit for us
 You ain't really done shit
 Nah (u-oh)
 I don't need your help (I don't need your help)
 Do it all myself (doin' it myself)
 Burnin' all my bridges
 And I hope you burn in hell (hope you burn in hell)
 I don't need your help (I don't need your help)
 Doin' it all myself (doin' it myself)
 Burnin' all my bridges
 And I hope you burn in hell
 You bought a penthouse skippin' on support cheques
 You a fuckin' scum, going lower than the floor gets
 You a fuckin' black hole, you're a vortex
 Can't rain on me, I'm flexin' with some gortex
 Learned to drive myself, graduate myself
 And I really I ain't fuckin' like you, I don't hate myself
 I ain't turn psychopathic bitch into my wife
 So take your sorry ass and stay the fuck away from my life
 Don't text me
 Motherfucker don't text me