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I Admit It Lyrics


Fattmack I Admit It

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Fatt, Fatt

[Chorus]
Yeah, I admit it, I'm depressed
I tried everything I can to be okay, but I'm still in it (In it)
I take everything to the chest (Yeah), I blame myself but I ain't bitchin' (Bitchin')
You took everything I said and twisted my words (Yeah), but I ain't trippin' (Ain't trippin')
You ain't special, you the same as the rest of all these lil' bitches, you ain't no different (Different)
Always faded, my new ho a CNA, she bring prescriptions
That's my baby, I left my last bitch 'cause I wasn't her only nigga
That ho played mе, she get nasty in the backsеat of vehicles, she go crazy

[Verse]
Bro shoot switches out the window of the rental, please don't chase me (Rental)
I poured a deuce, had shit to do but now this Tris got me too lazy (Lazy)
I can't do it, I can't lie, I wanna die, but suicide, I just can't do it
Several times I put my fire up to my mind, I just couldn't use it (Use it)
I pop Perkys all the time, I clear my mind and think 'bout you
I think about us (Us), think about all the times I sat up feelin' used
I tie my shoes before I step out, I'm still trippin' over you
Just tell the truth, do you love me, or what I can do, or how I'm gettin' it?
Gettin' too rich, finna drop a bag on the opps, they all finished
I pay killers to wipe 'em all out, don't leave one witness livin'
I'm gettin' sicker, all these drugs f..ckin' up my body, I'm gettin' weaker every minute
But, shit, I still ain't stop gettin' high, I don't know why, I know they killin' me
I get sad, I don't wanna talk, I don't know why I'm in my feelings (Feelings)
I broke your heart, and bae, I'm sorry, I don't know how, but I'ma fix it (I'ma fix it)
I need time, don't disturb me while I'm runnin' up these millions, on my grind (Millions)
Yeah, you don't even gotta ask, bitch, it's a fact that Fatt gon' ride with you (Gon' ride with you)
'Fore I say what happened and tell the truth, I tell you lies (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm tryna protect you, I know the truth'll blow your mind (Yeah)
Yeah, I know my twin gon' shoot, he got that look up in his eyes (Eyes)
Bro, when I tryna smack shit on some ass shit and he kill somethin' (Some one)
I was the first young nigga gettin' high in the city, I'm a Pilgrim (Pilgrim)
All my bros on drugs, that shit ain't good and it's all my fault (My fault)
Yeah, you ain't built for the streets, nigga, your ass need to hit the sidewalk (Fatt, fatt)

[Chorus]
Yeah, I admit it, I'm depressed
I tried everything I can to be okay, but I'm still in it (In it)
I take everything to the chest (Yeah), I blame myself but I ain't bitchin' (Bitchin')
You took everything I said and twisted my words (Yeah), but I ain't trippin' (Ain't trippin')
You ain't special, you the same as the rest of all these lil' bitches, you ain't no different (Different)
Always faded, my new ho a CNA, she bring prescriptions
That's my baby, I left my last bitch 'cause I wasn't her only nigga
That ho played me, she get nasty in the backseat of vehicles, she go crazy


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