Peter Anthony Red - Sixteen lyrics

Verse 1: Giving you a pseudonym I gotta make it vulgar Kissing you is ruining my whole predated soul search Gotta find me first I believe that begins with not hatin' on my culture Say you're through with gender We were f**in all the way from Autumn, June, December I just always bring it up to make sure you remember I am not the one I promise you, you could do better And you did Now we're sittin like “nuh uh we used to never wanna split Like f** marriage right? Said we never wanted kids Like f** parents right? Ah they never wanna live” And they never wanna let me see you cuz of what I did But it wasn't even that bad I think it's the fact that we always been a bad match That got me so damn into gra** that once I tried, I cried for your a** back And you would laugh at me Am I funny though? Us had me like wait, where'd my money go? They say “make that money, honey” Break up all of a sudden you're a “money hoe” Damn Two pans in the van what's cookin good lookin Don't be shaking my hand Now I'm taking my stand We could take it out there if I be taking your man But You know I don't be taking out trash Come to me we'll rehash it Consequences, no actions I suggest you get past it Hyper stressed and thus I confess of lust I'm possessive cuz pa**ion Got his cigarette bu*ts on me you know he swallows those ashes You know he swallows his pride a lot b**h don't believe me just ask him f** what you think you gon' f** with me with your cuts in deep and those gashes HOOK: (I can't love you. Oh no I won't) I don't wanna be sixteen again, I'm just nostalgic Verse 2: And those lashes, would've never lasted I don't wanna be sixteen again I'm just nostalgic Saying if I can't live with your love then I'll live without it And I lived on your eyelid, had to move out was so crowded Eyes on somebody else Eyes on somebody else Keep him in the car cuz you treat him like a star You ain't seen him in the dark, can somebody help? Celebrating your celebrity, your celibacy I'm paying hundreds you're selling fifty What the F is the point when you're hella thrifty? Go straight to the joint like embellished fifties I'm raising my voice like a fella hit me I'm changing the noise like novellas skipping in the middle of the night Cuz belittlement of wives can develop quickly I'm so done, listen to the people that will talk but do not know us We're robust, they're so crusty We're gold dust they're so rusty You chose ‘em, you're so trusting Expose ‘em, runnin b**hes out we go busting But they're gone so it's prolly ghost busting Now we on like two hoes thrusting Like hello, uh Below the Underground sh** We go mellow dumb Like who the f** be putting roofies in this jello stuff? I see this sh** in party movies so I never come And you don't think it ever hurts me Well it does You don't think it was the worst thing Well it was Too busy bringing up my flaws like my god girl what you think I'm jealous of?