Cabin Fever

By Corpse Husband
Think you problem solver, well, I'd fucking roll the dice, uh
Feel them pretty bent up when I'm swerving through the night, uh
Got a million bitches and they trynna hit my lot
And I really wanna hit 'em I ain't got no fuckin' time
Yeah, these stupid pussy bitches finna switch up when I'm done
Where their cash? Where their women? They all fucking lose their mind
I just want some loyal brothers making money tryna grind but
Y'all just wanna talk, man that shit's so hard to find
Ah, keep playing pretend bitch, I don't give a fuck what you want
I don't give a fuck who you need
I don't give a fuck if you like who you think I am
I don't give a fuck if you like this, fucking drop what I want
They want that hype shit, when you hear this, you upset
This ain't a party track you gonna play out with your friends
Yeah, I got some fucking problems, we're all fucked in the end
When they fucking want me happy, I ain't fucking play pretend
Couple things I regret
Got some rope burn on my neck
They all fuckin' with me now, they ain't fuckin' with me then
Everyday, I'm in pain, fucking want this shit to end
Everyday, I break, I'm in fucking pain again