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)
