You made me this (3x)
Congratulations
Savage...
Verse 1
Yeah
Nobody know the pain I been hidin'
You said you needed love and affection I provided
Then turned me into somethin' else entirely I'm cold
I'm drownin' in this liquor, then I chase it with these h___
My lows on the front side of my mind
They said I needed time
But that don't fix sh**, gotta hit, quit
Then do it all again
All these new faces, old problems
On lock down, don't know about 'em
No therapy, my s** drive
On the Autobahn in that Armani
This sh** been deep inside me
No arguin' in lobbies
Rather handle my depression in a f**in' Maserati
She wrapped around my tendo, don't think she know karate
Tryna get her off my dick n I just hit the Ricky Bobby
Got yo bestie ridin' shottie
She seen me on the rise
My cables in her box, I'm like a TV enterprise
But, I don't need to stunt
Don't want TVs in my ride
All I wanted was that look up in yo eye
Wonder why
Hook
f** yo feelings
Play the game that's how it go
f** yo feelings
I ain't wit' it, you can catch me on the road
f** yo feelings
No more keepin' all my problems on the low
f** yo feelings
While you out here playin' games
I forgot yo f**in' name
What you sayin'
“you don't care, never took me over there” (f** em)
“yeen got no money, yeen never get my hair did”
Lately you been actin' like the Blair Witch (f** em)
Never there
“whatever, you never cared”
'cause it ain't about you
Verse 2
Baby these days, I freeze frame, got no antidote
For the poison inside, imma point at ‘em both
Cause you wack, yo man lame, not a damn thang
Gon change that, my campaign
Get rich and blast yo damn name
Is on and poppin'
My head been ringin', throat congested
My shoulder lockin'
Excuses subpar, got a AR to yo' 40 Glock 'n
You gon' remember me I swear
Get that fat crib and a chick
Wit' that fake a** Aaliyah hair
We been there, had a lot less in my pocket
My hustle young, my confidence
Sky high in that rocket
I aim at the stars
Can't see past temporary love
20 women, different clubs
Girl you know my vision was
Next level, tryna schedule
Flights, shows, sh** get realer (k**a k**a)
I used to bust all in yo' grill no concealer (k**a k**a)
Back to that savage you remember
January December, yo drama
Go back to sender, convo ender
Hook
f** yo
Life and yo emotions, got me really
Cut throat
Ricin' wit the motion
Now they feelin' us so
Started lookin' at me
Like a million bucks sold
Swear to god it's priceless
You reppin' what I might get
I heard yo bestie got some mileage