Zephiniah - Shit I'm tryna say Lyrics

I got so much shit, I been tryna say And my mind's awake, and like the alphabet
Let me start with A Baby let me live, but fine I'll stay
If you ask like that, then here I'll play Baby lip to lip, f*ck it face to face
I like the way you taste, it's nice we stay awake The way you give me cake, every night my birthday
Leave a bun in the oven like the way I get baked Crazy I ain't even talking pastry
Girl please you tease, I mean you mean But I don't mind cause it really don't be
Like that You quake, you're back, I break
Side track, we take it faster out Back around, damn when I was with you
Why you acting out? Rapping bout f*cking this bitch
Have her tapping out, her ass was out Windows open, neighbors looking
And we laughing out, I mean we don't know them F*ck they looking, we was horny
We was hooked and we performing Gotta show them how we nasty
Got you moaning, pussy gassy You was swollen, man I get too deep in this shit
I'm exposing as a grown man I should know when to be open
In the place that I was chosen
Your words could get us broken And I know it, and I know it
That last song sounds so different Girl you just don't wanna show it
Don't wanna fight bout some lyrics Cause you think that's some bullshit
But it isn't, that's the realest I'm just rapping bout my muses
Not about you or those bitches Not about how you broke my dishes
That one time it was in the kitchen You was tripping, I was indifferent
But I know how you get so reckless Wait, more with your emotions than your actions
Things was rolling after that I could just hold on
And girl you got me f*cked up I don't know if I could go on
It hurts to hold your hand And I don't know if I could be strong
I don't know the price for you But for me it's the price of freedom
I got both loads of bitches This one bitch I really don't need her
I got so much shit I been tryna say
And my mind's awake And like the alphabet
Let me start with A Baby let me live
But fine I'll stay If you ask like that
Then here I'll play Baby lip to lip
F*ck it face to face I like the way you taste
These nights we stay awake The way you give me cake
Every night my birthday Leave a bun in the oven
Like the way I get baked And as of late
You've learned to hate me Make no mistake
These hoes don't know what it takes me To feel this way
These hoes cold like AC On December day
I ain't talking bout safety When I say I'm safe
Yeah I mean the safety
Of leaving hoes in your face Like I'm tryna open up your pools
Recently you act like I'm replaceable Man who you take me for
I can leave your box to the left And find me a new queen
B to a doe And an AMG you give me coke
Going from A to B For me it's more enjoyable
Like Mrs. Bowles Girl you got the sauce
On my balls On the ball court
And your skirt is short Dressing nice
I was like I wasn't sure If you was at the ball
Don't know what you was tryna do The way you had the moves
If you was there you'd be uncomfortable The way we set you low
Inseparable
Yeah and like X and O's Girl you got me in my flow
Spitting about these hoes Talking bout December
See you on the mistletoe And like my very own October
Mine is over you Oh oh
Mine is over you Man I'm spitting
This freestyle I don't even care though I just wanna get you baby on my f*cking floor
I just wanna get you curling on your f*cking toes