Rollin' in my own car Fuck a passanger seat Rollin' on the dashboard Fuck being discreet
Rollin' on the floor laughin' But it ain't at your feet But I kinda wish that, it were your feet
Sike, I really wish that it were your feet And I ain't in a car, I'm passed out on some concrete Sike, I ain't doin' that, I'm sobbin' in your laundry While my cousins are all mobbin' in some palm trees
They say I deserve better I wrote you a love letter Lipstick on, sealed it with a kiss When I need you most, it's a hit or miss So I tape the letter up and then I ball it in my fist
Up down, up down High low. high low Why so resentful bout shit from years ago? Where'd my tears go? Fuckin' up my mental Got a bitch hoping that she gonna go parental
Sike that's the old me I'm better off alone Love's a losing game I'd rather stay at home
'Cept it's really not Please pick up the phone Damn you got me feelin' like a dog and you're the bone
Tryna be like, "oh well" Ya fuckin' blew it When we got back together I shoulda knew it
That just don't feel that way I misconstrue it When I'm dreamin', I'm believin' I had a gift from your semen
I can't lean on you [x10]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
