Lyrics:
real low-key
Way before quarantine
Ask me why I don’t got no friend, you would know if you shared my POV
Put on my shoes, they Jimmy Choos
If I'm too
You're saying that I won't do this without you
I would say you got it all wrong
Won't be leaning on your broken promises
You won't see me fall down
I'll be
who's in it
Got my shooters right by the windows
Hot box the whip off the endo
You'd get smoked in my ends bro
Came straight outta the jungle
Me and my
don't associate with me
I'd rather, get busy to the third degree
Cause the wrong population's on infinitely
If this was the street, my razor would be
her better
Than me
Me, me, me (me, me, me)
Me, me, me (me, me, me, yeah)
Got you stuck on me
She postin' like she's taken, but she's single when
it
Like, ever since I was Young
Money was mandatory
I was lovin' (Love &) Hip Hop like Stevie J
Mills came when they put the camera's on me
Got hammers
to those fooled by the digits
If you got beef, come and pay me a visit
It seems, y'all just be paying for streams
Schemes, you should be stacking not
I just couldn't do it
Had to leave that shit alone
Got me acting crazy
Sitting waiting by the phone
Been running my mind
I just couldn't wait to bone
Politics as usual, them palm trees is beautiful
Crack rock lingerin', fiends suckin' they cuticles
Wear the wrong colors 'round here, niggas is
Advocated by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg
Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be,
it, then the fans would come
But 'Field Of Dreams' was proven wrong after my first album
Since a yout I've seen the vision of me on the stage
But
Woo! (Yeah)
Woo!
Woo!
Woo!
I thought you was the one for me, but I was wrong.
I lost my shit, I never thought that it would end.
C'mon don't start,
much stranger
Mommy, I'm sorry for everything I did wrong
Cause I was raised by a family that did right
I got a lot on my mind I hope I'm dead wrong
on
Got the feeling Something about to go terribly wrong
What's wrong what's wrong what's wrong with me can't you see
I haven't smile since the day of my
that I'll always be alright
Cause I've got you by my side
How do you know
That sometimes when I'm smiling
Deep inside I'm crying
You tell me
If it's
in your pocket
She say we started off so wrong but boy you make it feel so right
Block me on ig I'm double tapping by tonight
Started off so wrong
She
flop
You is my baby I got u on locks
Yea we forever baby, we forever baby
We can do whatever baby, it's whatever baby
Hope you know you drive me crazy,
by some strings
It's killin' me cuz no one can see the real me
And everywhere I go is the wrong place to be
I think I should go home but I don't know
girls hit my phone but they got nothing on you
5. Nothing on you...Nothing on you
6. You left me by my lonesome I got nothing to do
7. Sent you
keep you by my side like the bottle to my right
I know I got problems
So imma keep it real
I don't know where I went wrong
'Cus I don't know how to deal
I just had a bottle of the red to myself
You ain't here now I got the bed to myself
Yea yea
I just made a bag by myself
Imma throw this motherfuckin
way
Treat her like she royal, call her by her middle name
Empathetic hermit, got my chest ticker on my sleeve
Crumbled up dollars and hopes that I
the real one
Touch one, grab one, feel one
I wish she woulda told me that
Ain't nothing wrong bringing the old me back
Little mama knows my body so
the real one
Touch one, grab one, feel one
I wish she woulda told me that
Ain't nothing wrong bringing the old me back
Little mama knows my body so
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