Lyrics:
Messing with my cru
Messing with my cru
We will kill you
We will kill you
You don't have a fucking clue
(Clue)
What we came to do
What we came to do
keep me awake
Occupy my brain
What’s with you and me?
What are we and what is our title
Cause it’s messing with my sleep, yeah you’re messing with my
Messing with my pride every time I gotta get up and go
Driving past the signs and the same roads I already know
If this road is life sometimes I
girls keep on messing messing messing up with my heart
I dey wonder day and night if man go fit to stop dey loooooove
I dey fight with all this stuff
now? Say, what now
Why can't you see
I'm loving who? I'm loving you, yeah, I'm loving you instead
Stop messing in my head
Rendezvous, catch twenty-two,
Red light chest height messing with the Matador
Nothing ever nothing ever mattered more
Nothing ever will, nothing ever will
I said I'm all at sea
It
realise
Needed some work within
Working late, lost your phone
Chasing you is useless
I could write a million songs
Made up of your excuses
Oh I'm messing
*Gibberish*
Ain't messing with the herd
Call me in the city
And I'm lurking sixty third
If the brothers on the L
Then I think you know the word
All
even mean it
I'm so sick of my ex messing up my expectations
I hate it
I'm so sick of my ex messing up my expectations
I keep on running running
cway
Messing brain up, need some more lean cup. Messing my brain, need some more lean cup.
Messing brain up, need some more lean.
You messing up my
Can't come around
They gon' wanna bring you down
No one knows just what's inside
Doing dope and doing time
Why they messing with your mind
Black
Better watch, your messing 'round
Better watch, your messing 'round
Better watch, your messing 'round
Better watch, your messing 'round
There's
on you
This messing' round and round and round
Has come full circle
This messing' round and round and round
Has come full circle
You thought that I would
faze me
I hope you know that
Don't ya know that
Don't cha know I'm a savage
Ya messing with the wrong one
The wrooong one
The wrooong, wrooong,
know this
Checking my six for some locust
Checking my bitch and her hoe shit
Hold up (x3)
I ain't messing with rats
I ain't messing with snakes
I ain't
We could party on the weekend
We can party right now
We could party on the weekend
We can party right
I aint messing with no rude friends
So you
and the
Letters on his fingers speak of trouble
Trouble, trouble, trouble
Don't go flexing boy you'll get trouble
Oh, bad boy messing with the boom, boom
Oh,
I don't care
'Bout a single word you said
I just want
You and me inside my bed
I know that
You be messing with my head
Girl I see right through you
hey what's up
There's fire when its storming
What a mix of forces
You messing with some bosses
And we don't take no losses
There's fire when its
mama say
Something I remember to this day
That you can, try but you can't
Smoke it all away
Stop messing with them demons you know
Demons you know
you step before you step in my toe
Cause am gonna bit you head to toe
Cause you being messing with the pro
I'm bit you head to toe
I'm gone bit head
Real bad real bad
Dont know who to love
Been like two days since i last seen my damn phone
I know you messing with my mind
Yeah yeah
I know you
Seven you too crazy
Valious
Ley beats this go crazy
Ay Ross sauce it up
I can see you're messing with my broken mind
With my broken mind
With my
Shorty time is of the essence
And we're going nowhere fast
Need to stop messing
If time is money things are getting real expensive
Let's lock
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