Police On My Back - The Clash

He used to touch himself to photographs of me When we weren't talking It made me feel so strange, wonder if you're the same When nobody is watching And when you're crying, are you lying about who you're crying for? I wrap my legs around your core Bite your tongue, but I bite mine more I feel sorry, I feel sorrow, I feel like I'm holding back When you respond and don't react Guess I'm the devil on my back I can't right my wrongs by stringing you along While I'm not getting better You're waiting patiently, you're being strong for me Maybe I'm weak because you let me be And when you're crying, are you lying about who you're crying for? I wrap my legs around your core Bite your tongue, but I bite mine more I feel sorry, I feel sorrow, I feel like I'm holding back When you respond and don't react Guess I'm the devil on my back Is it fear or intuition? These days, I can't tell the difference I know we're both victims of my past Guess I'm the devil on my back Guess I'm the devil on my back (Are you lying about who you're crying for?) I'm scared I love you more And when you're crying, are you lying about who you're crying for? I wrap my legs around your core Bite your tongue, but I bite mine more I feel sorry, I feel sorrow, I feel like I'm holding back When you respond and don't react Guess I'm the devil on my back

Bitch, now I am back on my shit, uh And I ain't got no time for you bitch Bitches out here acting like a freak Jumping up and down on my dick, uh Mind's in the backroom, it's fucking black I see a fucking demon, oh crap Feels like I am stuck in a trap Oh shit, I might fucking get a heart attack Baby girl, I don't fuck With your traps, you fucked up my brain really bad Oh, look now I am getting mad You better run 'cause I am 'bouta snap Now I am walking with this bitch She throws all these fits, she wants a fucking guy who takes all her shit Nope, I can't be the guy No, nah, I can't be that guy Bitch, now I am back on my shit, uh And I ain't got no time for you bitch Bitches out here acting like a freak Jumping up and down on my dick, uh Mind's in the backroom, it's fucking black I see a fucking demon, oh crap Feels like I am stuck in a trap Oh shit, I might fucking get a heart attack She wanted to fuck my life in love She wanted to break my pride, I let her She wanted to be by my side, I let her Now all she wanna do is take my breath away Fuck that, my whole life's being a game Fuck that, don't ruin my life again All this time I've been running from the past Shit made me come so far, don't even wanna brag Bitch, now I am back on my shit, uh And I ain't got no time for you bitch Bitches out here acting like a freak Jumping up and down on my dick, uh Mind's in the backroom, it's fucking black I see a fucking demon, oh crap Feels like I am stuck in a trap Oh shit, I might fucking get a heart attack

They ain't really fuckin with me They be showing fake love They jus wanna turn up with me They jus wanna hit the club They ain't really with a nigga They jus wanna smoke my weed They jus wanna take a picture They jus wanna drink my lean I be on that money shit nigga this the money team I be on that junky shit nigga Ima money fiend I was locked up in Virginia cause I hit for 30 Gs Once them crackas let me out I got right back on my feet I got right back on my feet I got right back on my feet And I'm still finessing I be flexing nigga you know me I ain't talking cereal nooooo I got that loop on me All my niggas on them beans We higher than Pluto be We can't hit no licks Cause if them crackas get you you gone sing If It come down to it i know what you gone do So homie I ain't tryna take no chances tryna fuck with you Oh my god that's Kodak black he jus so fuckn cute They know they can't see lil black Nigga I'm that fucking dude I will pull up on a nigga block and have a photo shoot They jus wanna hit the club with me and hit the photo booth They ain't really fuckin with me They be showing fake love They jus wanna turn up with me They jus wanna hit the club They ain't really with a nigga They jus wanna smoke my weed They jus wanna take a picture They jus wanna drink my lean I be on that money shit nigga this the money team I be on that junky shit nigga Ima money fiend I was locked up in Virginia cause I hit for 30 Gs Once them crackas let me out I got right back on my feet They jus wanna hit the scene with me and get on Instagram I remember eating boyardee But now I'm eating shrimp He jus wanna get a name off me Ion fuck with him They jus wanna get some fame off me Ion fuck with them Why your girl be on my Twitter Swear I'm bout to block the bitch I won't let her touch a nigga She can't even suck my dick I jus wanna change my life I jus hope I get a deal I jus wanna cash out on a check And buy my mamma a crib They ain't really fuckin with me They be showing fake love They jus wanna turn up with me They jus wanna hit the club They ain't really with a nigga They jus wanna smoke my weed They jus wanna take a picture They jus wanna drink my lean I be on that money shit nigga this the money team I be on that junky shit nigga Ima money fiend I was locked up in Virginia cause I hit for 30 Gs Once them crackas let me out I got right back on my feet I got right back on my feet I got right back on my feet I got right back on my feet

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