Texty:
Judge Like You

fought to make it work thought i found what i was looking for oh god i'm fucking lost like you, i face rejection like you, i look for acceptance like you

rear ended Pause! Like a red light, I'm dead right! Highway to Heaven, God do you see my headlights? They say "you don't know what you're doing till you

in people like you) So who am I to judge you on the past, girl? I bet there's a reason for it all You say that you're nothing like the last girl I just

way It's a circle, a mean cycle I can't excite you anymore Where's your gavel? Your jury? What's my offense this time? You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge

You made me insecure Told me I wasn't good enough But who are you to judge When you're a diamond in the rough I'm sure you got some things You'd like

just how you got into debt You lost when you nodded your neck Through the vest, through the chest that you tried to protect Take the voice that you try to project, check Darin' you

Please tell these niggas there?s no hoe in me, These niggas takin all these shots but ain?t no holes in me, So what you shootin at niggas you ain?t hit

once and everyone knows You gotta get a little dirty when you're diggin' for gold Hey, hey Well, she ain't no Cinderella when she's gettin' undressed 'Cause she rocks it like

For goodness sake, no need to hate We were just playin' So count to ten, do it again (Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four) You do anything you like