Plague season
We them niggas
Ok, that's not it
That's not it. Otherwise,
We in it though
Your tinder lips, dark eyes, Coexist
The day we met, I swooped in Like, who is this
These love songs got me Switching cadences
I still wake up scent of your fragrance
Woah, woah, it's touching in My soul
Woah, woah, you ain't gotta go
You ain't gotta go
Yes, it's complicated
Sometimes we get so wasted
You don't want to face it
And lack the patience
Therefore i Choose to ice it and
Not Confront it
And not confront it
Not confront it, not confront it
It's time I get my hands muddy
Hate the fact, but don't discuss It
I'm supposed to hit the show
You're acting out and no one Knows
The reasons why
Your mood brings the worst of I
Love the wrong person
If you're having thoughts of suicide
I guarantee you'll not survive
Woah, woah, it's touching in my soul
Woah, woah, you ain't gotta go
Like you ain't gotta go
Like for real, can you chill
You ain't gotta go