What's wrong with me
Upset this time
Thought these parties
Out west were the best this
Time of year
Dollars on your head
Cause you blessed and signed a deal
Pills gettin' pressed
Plugs sketch
I'd like to live
But she the type of bitch
Want the best that I could give
Hoe pardon my patience
I was turned on by your fragrance
I blew ya' back in the backseat
While he was on work vacation
You need some quick ventilation
Too many hits you was taking
A trip to
Shangri-la for the weekend
(Yeah)
Those tea leaves had us geekin'
I know...yes I know (oh ah ah)
Drugs love and your three friends
Treading water out in the deep end
I know...yes I know (oh ah ah)
You at the bottom of a bottle tonight
Shit nothing different
Could Careless whether the brown or the light Long as shit mixed
You steppin' out that Prada dress that I liked
It's fittin' different
Don't know how justify your free time
It's been a minute
You know, you know, you know
It goes on cause you can't get enough
You Call it love but you still kept in touch
But when the bodies out of options
What's the problem? Now tell me shawty'
You know, you know, you know
It goes on cause you can't get enough
You Call it love but you still kept in touch
But when the bodies out of options
What's the problem? Now tell me shawty'
Pictures of the past
Feel like those was the best of us
Since I got a lil' bag now you
Steady been dressing up
Ain't mind giving you my last
When you used to act regular
I put fifteen on the dash now
You ask where the rest of it
She caught us in the back seat
Undressed said we catching up
Never Usher in the Beverly Center
I Ain't fessin' up
Make too much
For the pressin' up
Make you come
Round the regular
Safe to say
You ain't the one
But Still gon'
Blow up your cellular
I was drunk out in Ecuador
Lookin' for something to burn
Didn't speak any Spanish
But you knew every single word
To the songs I was singing
Repeatin' and speakin' the verse
From the shit a was penning in PG
Just looking for perks
Cupids Arrows
Heart of Rambo
Problematic project vandal
Pala' packed and niggas jammin'
Now shit poppin' proper managed
Astronomic never landing
Sayonara Marlon Brando
Heartache holding
Hard to manage
Heart of stone
It's heart to handle
You at the bottom of a bottle tonight
Shit nothing different
Could Careless whether the brown or the light long as shit mixed
You steppin' out that Prada dress that I liked
It's fitting different
Don't know how justify your free time
It's been a minute