Demeanor - Two Texts Lyrics

Yeah Yeah aye
Yeah Yeah

Two Texts from my shorty in the gate, (Aye)
One says "Where you at?"
Next one "I'm on the way" Oh yeah
Fresh to the death on my mac shit yeah
Pull up like I did on my last check yeah

Do it like my last chance, new step watch me move like a tap dance yeah (oh shit)
And she's loving all my accents, who is him? That depends on who's asking

Two Texts from my shorty in the gate (Gate)
One says "Where you at?"
Next one "I'm on the way" Oh yeah
Fresh to the death on my mac shit yeah
Pull up like I did on my last check yeah

(Last check)
And I'm back, hits on my mac
I sits with the shits dub six on the map (Back back back back)
And she's looking like a snack, while she's looking at my past (Yeah)
Staying on attack
She just be looking for reasons she wanna tease me she wants it easy (Uh)
I tell her shorty you're more than a season then she get wet as a squeegee (uh)
I do this and you mad (You mad)
Hit my phone like who that? (Who that)
No cap, I'm not your ex I'm your best and that's that

(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I'm best your best and that's that, why're you tripping on the last one?
I thought we past that, roll that pack and pass that
Got no time to backtrack (nah nah nah nah)
You know right where I'm at

Two Texts from my shorty in the gate
One says "Where you at?"
Next one "I'm on the way" Oh yeah
Fresh to the death on my mac shit yeah
Pull up like I did on my last check yeah

On my last check, (aye) stay on road even at home I'm not back yet
I'm at school paying dues call it practice (calling it practice)
I just want you and me, we could last (yeah yeah)

Do it like my last chance, new step watch me move like a tap dance yeah
And she's loving all my accents, who is him? That depends on who's asking

Two Texts from my shorty in the gate (Gate)
One says "Where you at?"
Next one "I'm on the way" Oh yeah
Fresh to the death on my mac shit yeah
Pull up like I did on my last check yeah

I f*ck with her cuz she move me
Something right out a movie (aye)
No she's got me switching up ways, last girl really wanna shoot me
Level up Level up
Finally got better luck
I guess the jig is up
That's got me sick as f*ck (aye)
We waste too much time, we wait way too long
We've got problems, we've got shit to solve so we're smoking strong like that helps
Can't take care of yourself then you can't love yourself
You don't love that girl, you just love that you ain't by yourself
On my grave I ain't scared of change
In a cage all my life but that's not the way
Got a girl and my mental is just not the same, rentals on my phone
But I'm grown now, running to her like I'm homebound (yeah yeah)

Two Texts from my shorty in the gate (Gate)
One says "Where you at?"
Next one "I'm on the way" Oh yeah
Fresh to the death on my mac shit yeah
Pull up like I did on my last check yeah