Monte Flee Tee

Falling right back to my feelings I said I wouldn't fall in love again, she is too appealing She sent some pics they are too revealing You know they too explicit to post They say don't hate the player, hate the game Well shit I hate the coach And all them fake friends I thought was genuine I hate the most And shit, I ain't wanna make it bout you but let's make a toast Let's make it fast, I got shit to do They can line any other shorty up, I'm picking you But that was hypothetical so don't let that shit get to you Yeah... take an uber, plane or train just to get to you no front It don't matter we can take a flight, Paris just for lunch Shorty we can do it all, it don't matter what you want Yeah, what you want from me What I need from you I see you seeing me, what we playing peekaboo Nowadays we don't speak but still did the unspeakable Yeah, still did the unthinkable But I still... butI still think of you Wondering if the connection is still feasible Sometimes feelings come and go just like they seasonal We ain't talked in hella long but I'm still reachable She said I'm such a know it all but I'm still teachable I'm so hard head She drive me crazy car head I live in light years mean I'm far head Of everybody in this universe Yeah I promise you get better if you do the work Yeah I promise I do better fuck who do it first Yeah... and fuck who do it next I need it expeditious I can't do a check And the neck was so good I can't do the sex Yeah sike nah This shit get Monday night raw This shit get ugly it hit nightfall She took my soul I feel like Nightcrawl She took my heart ripped it apart I think it's Karma that shit well served I'm feeling swell I'm well herbed Please pay attention while the world turns And while the blunt burns, shit bridges too One of them might hit, but shit you better of by getting two Take a trip to Charlotte, hit the stu I feel like Bridges do Fucking with the girl that stay next door, I feel like Bridget's dude I got homies and they really run it up they doing digits dude If you want the sauce, I know the boss you can get busy too And you know I'm with my twizzies too Turban on my head my face ain't visible It's crazy this was posed to be an interlude It's crazy til this day yeah I'm still into you The times that I enter you The times you speaking to me like an interview And we ain't talked in weeks, I go to sleep I still be seeing you What that mean, it's posed to be me and you Yeah... what you want from me I can see in you What you see in me... everything