Corpse Cabin Fever Lyrics

Think you problem solver, well, I'd f*cking roll the dice, uh
Feelin' pretty bent up when I'm swervin' through the night, uh
Got a million bitches, and they tryna hit my line
And, I really wanna hit 'em, I ain't got no f*ckin' time
Yeah, these stupid p*ssy bitches finna switch up when I'm done
Where their cash, where their women, they all f*cking lose they 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 f*ck what you want
I don't give a f*ck who you need, I don't give a f*ck if you like who you think I am, I don't give a f*ck if you like this, f*cking drop what I want They want that hype shit when you hear this you upset, uh
This ain't a party track you gonna play out with your friends
Yeah I got some f*cking problems, we're all f*cked in the end
When they f*cking want me happy, I ain't f*cking play pretend

Couple things I regret
Got some rope burn on my neck
They all f*ckin' with me now
They ain't f*ckin' with me then
Every day I'm in pain, f*ckin' want this shit to end
Every day, not wake, I'm in f*cking pain again

Who wrote Cabin Fever lyrics?

Cabin Fever is written by CORPSE.

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