Song Lyrics

I aim my pistol at your heart
(Back on my bullshit, Michael what)
That's how I know it's really beating
I was your band-aid at the start
But now I'd rather see you bleeding
(Back on my bullshit, Michael wh-)

Back on my bullshit
Pull up on you, white Beamer, that's cool whip
Bitches see 'em, they screaming, they drool quick
Colosseums, I see 'em, my tour shit
Got me thinking like
I ain't got love in my heart
For nobody that ain't got love from the start
My stepfather text me and told me that
Mama died, ain't have the balls for a call
Now he just taking the house and the wealth
Keep the life insurance bread for himself
Had the nerve to move a bitch in the house
And told grandma and grandpa he kicking 'em out

I aim my pistol at your heart
(Back on my bullshit, Michael what)
That's how I know its really beating
I was abandoned at the start
But now I'd rather see you bleeding
(I'm back on my bullshit, Michael)

(One, two, three, four)

Back on my bullshit
Pull up on you, white Beamer, that's cool whip
Bitches see 'em, they screaming, they drool quick
Colosseums, I see 'em, my tour shit
In my mind got your BM, in my DM
Trynna pull up in the in the PM, ain't no leaving
F*ck with the gang and they leave ya with a seizure
Operation your gon' need your anesthesia
Spot you like cheetah
My watch is sick, the rocks is sick
I seen your shit the opposite
My watch is sick, the rocks is sick
I seen your shit the opposite
That's just the shit that I say
To contain all the hate that I have in my brain
All I have is complaints, got me going insane
Yeah, I'm fly, but I wish I could jump off this plane
Can't nobody see the scars I got on my face
Can't nobody see the heart I had don't remain
Every time it beats, I beat myself up with shame
That's the reason why I keep on aiming it

At your heart

Deandre Cortez Way, James Blake, Jason Mills, Jazmine Sullivan, Salaam Remi, Tobias Breuer

The duration of Michael What TF is 2:35 minutes and seconds.