Terrible Love (Jay West) (uh) (happy Valentine’s Day) I had a dream, I’m jumping off the stage, Dump trucks Dropping money at my house, but that one girl, I’m staring at her blouse, (fuck the Sex, fuck the girls) (fuck Everything) I’m coming back harder than ever and I’m sick of the… (Terrible terrible terrible terrible Love) man I’m sick this shit, All I need is a pump, And a gun, as I look upon the billow, Tell me what’s a dream if it’s left on the pillow, keep on the grind, if you still fear, You better shift a gear, once you know what you want, you’ll see god, and he will appear Spilling my rhymes, Went from Old streets, To hopping in a may-back, me and my homie, we go way back, Dreamed to have a car that the doors go up Girls in it for the money, distractions and destroying my destiny, ain’t no pussy, don’t want to talk about my feelings, don’t need no therapy, These women are my enemy, Straiter than a line, but these girls are stealing my legacy Long tours, Sitting in the airport spilling this shit, Nike tech, people be checking my fit, defending myself, I don’t even need a permit, Baby Told the Flight attend Its a small world, I’m lost, NF said it not me People don’t understand, money don’t grow on a tree, I’m thinking it’s real, but it’s just Terrible Love, Drop something and I’ll back it up, 100 mil and still on my grind, Guys in telling there’s girls to throw it back, Getting a cup, bros smoking a blunt, Man of sigma, Gymrat, Protein with my stigma, put it down and go to work, I’m seeing my Rushmore, When I was little, need something, go to dollar tree, or the drugstore,