She saying So, what ya doing next week?
I've got a slot open if you tryna come over and freak
Yeah you really lovely, but I'm sorry honey
I see yo muf*ckin' sneak
Rather go home, tokabe with some beats
Let it ride
Let it ride, Let it ride
Today I wake up you know I'm trippin'
Tomorrow you say I be actin' different
I never switch up, no pot to piss in
I'm praying that you just actually listen
Open your ears, 'cause this my rendition
This my rendition, hol' up
Switchin' my position, switching my
Wake up put this pen to paper
I'm startin' to itch four weeks no vapor
Looking through my mind lord is my savior
Worst behavior, I won't betray ya
Shoutout Drake yeah, its the culture
Fly like vulture, you the athlete and I'm the coach bruh
Coach of the year, Andy Reid, yes sir ain't no cobra
Bite ya like a snake, like Mahomes does
Flight, back to the old you
Back to the ocean, deprivation tank I be floatin', floatin floatin I'm gone
She saying So, what ya doing next week?
I've got a slot open if you tryna come over and freak
Yeah you really lovely, but I'm sorry honey
I see yo muf*ckin' sneak
Rather go home, tokabe with some beats
They say that boy cold, I said I'm 500 degrees
Bitch, look
Thru the debris
Who could it be
Moving the streets while alluding police
You need a lease
Nuclear reach
So homie get at me I'm planning on stacking up all my distractions in fact I'm attacking
No time for relaxing
I lately been snappin' like lights camera action
While seein' mo' snakes than Samuel Jackson
Surrounded by acting and all of these bitches and all of these phonies
With fake ass personas
I don't even know 'em or even myself
So delve in my mind and undress my soul
I know all this stress can't be good for my health
She saying So, what ya doing next week?
I've got a slot open if you tryna come over and freak
Yeah you really lovely, but I'm sorry honey
I see yo muf*ckin' sneak
Rather go home, tokabe with some beats
We back up in this
I can't figure out what they want from me
I know me some baddies but they always sleep
On the fact that you could find a real person
And get to know who they want to be
Honestly, you killin' all me
Anytime they have been feelin' on me
Immediately
I find in my mind, I realize who I really wan' be
Got me down bad out of luck
Shorty real bad, big ol' butt
Got the finest front, she mine I must
Be the dude with the time be the one she trust
Speak real smooth mind rid of lust
Got the finest touch
What you want, my Midas touch
Go on for me then run it up
Run it up
She saying So, what ya doing next week?
I've got a slot open if you tryna come over and freak
Yeah you really lovely, but I'm sorry honey
I see yo muf*ckin' sneak
Rather go home, tokabe with some beats
Soul - Tokabe (feat. Freckles & Stoney Suede) Lyrics
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She saying So, what ya doing next week?
I've got a slot open if you tryna come over and freak
Yeah you really lovely, but I'm sorry honey
I see yo muf*ckin' sneak
Rather go home, tokabe with some beats
Let it ride
Let it ride, Let it ride
Today I wake up you know I'm trippin'
Tomorrow you say I be actin' different
I never switch up, no pot to piss in
I'm praying that you just actually listen
Open your ears, 'cause this my rendition
This my rendition, hol' up
Switchin' my position, switching my
Wake up put this pen to paper
I'm startin' to itch four weeks no vapor
Looking through my mind lord is my savior
Worst behavior, I won't betray ya
Shoutout Drake yeah, its the culture
Fly like vulture, you the athlete and I'm the coach bruh
Coach of the year, Andy Reid, yes sir ain't no cobra
Bite ya like a snake, like Mahomes does
Flight, back to the old you
Back to the ocean, deprivation tank I be floatin', floatin floatin I'm gone
She saying So, what ya doing next week?
I've got a slot open if you tryna come over and freak
Yeah you really lovely, but I'm sorry honey
I see yo muf*ckin' sneak
Rather go home, tokabe with some beats
They say that boy cold, I said I'm 500 degrees
Bitch, look
Thru the debris
Who could it be
Moving the streets while alluding police
You need a lease
Nuclear reach
So homie get at me I'm planning on stacking up all my distractions in fact I'm attacking
No time for relaxing
I lately been snappin' like lights camera action
While seein' mo' snakes than Samuel Jackson
Surrounded by acting and all of these bitches and all of these phonies
With fake ass personas
I don't even know 'em or even myself
So delve in my mind and undress my soul
I know all this stress can't be good for my health
She saying So, what ya doing next week?
I've got a slot open if you tryna come over and freak
Yeah you really lovely, but I'm sorry honey
I see yo muf*ckin' sneak
Rather go home, tokabe with some beats
We back up in this
I can't figure out what they want from me
I know me some baddies but they always sleep
On the fact that you could find a real person
And get to know who they want to be
Honestly, you killin' all me
Anytime they have been feelin' on me
Immediately
I find in my mind, I realize who I really wan' be
Got me down bad out of luck
Shorty real bad, big ol' butt
Got the finest front, she mine I must
Be the dude with the time be the one she trust
Speak real smooth mind rid of lust
Got the finest touch
What you want, my Midas touch
Go on for me then run it up
Run it up
She saying So, what ya doing next week?
I've got a slot open if you tryna come over and freak
Yeah you really lovely, but I'm sorry honey
I see yo muf*ckin' sneak
Rather go home, tokabe with some beats
I've got a slot open if you tryna come over and freak
Yeah you really lovely, but I'm sorry honey
I see yo muf*ckin' sneak
Rather go home, tokabe with some beats
Let it ride
Let it ride, Let it ride
Today I wake up you know I'm trippin'
Tomorrow you say I be actin' different
I never switch up, no pot to piss in
I'm praying that you just actually listen
Open your ears, 'cause this my rendition
This my rendition, hol' up
Switchin' my position, switching my
Wake up put this pen to paper
I'm startin' to itch four weeks no vapor
Looking through my mind lord is my savior
Worst behavior, I won't betray ya
Shoutout Drake yeah, its the culture
Fly like vulture, you the athlete and I'm the coach bruh
Coach of the year, Andy Reid, yes sir ain't no cobra
Bite ya like a snake, like Mahomes does
Flight, back to the old you
Back to the ocean, deprivation tank I be floatin', floatin floatin I'm gone
She saying So, what ya doing next week?
I've got a slot open if you tryna come over and freak
Yeah you really lovely, but I'm sorry honey
I see yo muf*ckin' sneak
Rather go home, tokabe with some beats
They say that boy cold, I said I'm 500 degrees
Bitch, look
Thru the debris
Who could it be
Moving the streets while alluding police
You need a lease
Nuclear reach
So homie get at me I'm planning on stacking up all my distractions in fact I'm attacking
No time for relaxing
I lately been snappin' like lights camera action
While seein' mo' snakes than Samuel Jackson
Surrounded by acting and all of these bitches and all of these phonies
With fake ass personas
I don't even know 'em or even myself
So delve in my mind and undress my soul
I know all this stress can't be good for my health
She saying So, what ya doing next week?
I've got a slot open if you tryna come over and freak
Yeah you really lovely, but I'm sorry honey
I see yo muf*ckin' sneak
Rather go home, tokabe with some beats
We back up in this
I can't figure out what they want from me
I know me some baddies but they always sleep
On the fact that you could find a real person
And get to know who they want to be
Honestly, you killin' all me
Anytime they have been feelin' on me
Immediately
I find in my mind, I realize who I really wan' be
Got me down bad out of luck
Shorty real bad, big ol' butt
Got the finest front, she mine I must
Be the dude with the time be the one she trust
Speak real smooth mind rid of lust
Got the finest touch
What you want, my Midas touch
Go on for me then run it up
Run it up
She saying So, what ya doing next week?
I've got a slot open if you tryna come over and freak
Yeah you really lovely, but I'm sorry honey
I see yo muf*ckin' sneak
Rather go home, tokabe with some beats
Writer: Devin Nowacki, Jim Leahy, Soul Dorsey
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid