It feels better when you visit when I'm OT
Cuz when I'm here it feel like they don't really know me
You said you had words for me
But girl you spinnin old records know the words to it
Smokes gone we just sit and talk like confessions
Feel like everybody else wanna know your intentions
Dead thé chat bout bout how I don't love you not true
It's just lately I ain't think I'd have to mention
I can't lie to you my darling, tonight I think we done drunk too much
Things we never show
No no no
You don't love me like you used to
Said I'm changing my ways doing thing you ain't used to
Cuz true say I'm merka merka
Have you screaming bloody murder murder
Merka merka
Wachu know about me, nigga like me
Chain bouncin on the white tee, and my section with sum humble niggas f*ck it nigga
I ain't gotta mention through the storm we been way past over seas
On The TL T'd up just to spite me
In a foreign when I'm home shordy hate when I leave
And the club posting pics but you don't like that
Bitches snitching on the gram but you don't type back
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It feels better when you visit when I'm OT
Cuz when I'm here it feel like they don't really know me
You said you had words for me
But girl you spinnin old records know the words to it
Smokes gone we just sit and talk like confessions
Feel like everybody else wanna know your intentions
Dead thé chat bout bout how I don't love you not true
It's just lately I ain't think I'd have to mention
I can't lie to you my darling, tonight I think we done drunk too much
Things we never show
No no no
You don't love me like you used to
Said I'm changing my ways doing thing you ain't used to
Cuz true say I'm merka merka
Have you screaming bloody murder murder
Merka merka
Wachu know about me, nigga like me
Chain bouncin on the white tee, and my section with sum humble niggas f*ck it nigga
I ain't gotta mention through the storm we been way past over seas
On The TL T'd up just to spite me
In a foreign when I'm home shordy hate when I leave
And the club posting pics but you don't like that
Bitches snitching on the gram but you don't type back
Cuz when I'm here it feel like they don't really know me
You said you had words for me
But girl you spinnin old records know the words to it
Smokes gone we just sit and talk like confessions
Feel like everybody else wanna know your intentions
Dead thé chat bout bout how I don't love you not true
It's just lately I ain't think I'd have to mention
I can't lie to you my darling, tonight I think we done drunk too much
Things we never show
No no no
You don't love me like you used to
Said I'm changing my ways doing thing you ain't used to
Cuz true say I'm merka merka
Have you screaming bloody murder murder
Merka merka
Wachu know about me, nigga like me
Chain bouncin on the white tee, and my section with sum humble niggas f*ck it nigga
I ain't gotta mention through the storm we been way past over seas
On The TL T'd up just to spite me
In a foreign when I'm home shordy hate when I leave
And the club posting pics but you don't like that
Bitches snitching on the gram but you don't type back
Writer: Kai Knight
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