I'm a tough bitch, but I’m sensitive Could a, could a, could a quick fuck be a sedative It's relative 'cause you were pushing me out to the fucking edge I’m about to rip all of my hair out 'Cause I'm madder than I've ever been I just wanna call you, but I know I can't Fuck a fuckin' fuck boy fuckin' up my plans Lay another finger on me, you could lose a hand You could lose a hand, you could lose a Bitch, are you tryna make me cry Are you tryna make me lose it You win some and lose some This could get gruesome Bitch, are you tryna make me cry Are you tryna make me lose it You win some and lose some This could get gruesome This is the winter of my discontent Everything else is irrelevant Are you trying to make me cry (Cry) This is the winter of my discontent This is the winter of my discontent It'll be fine if you just repent, ooh (Oh) Bitch, are you tryna make me cry Are you tryna make me lose it You win some and lose some This could get gruesome Bitch, are you tryna make me cry Are you tryna make me lose it You win some and lose some This could get gruesome Careful with me, I’m volatile (This could get gruesome) Careful with me, I’m homicidal (This could get, this could get) Careful with me, I'm volatile (This could get gruesome) Careful with me, I’m homicidal (This could get, this could get)