Lyrics

This ain't even toxic, man This shit, harmonic or some shit (Lilz produced this beat) Pretty face, pretty smile, man, I love her style (I love her style) Ridin' 'til the wheels off, you know, every mile She say I treat her so bad she like, "Love her, how?" (Love you, how?) Like how you gon' hold me up when you bring me down? See, I don't judge her by her past, she ain't on trial (could never get past that) Pussy tight like I ain't fuck her in a while She likе, "Baby, dick me down, well, dick me down" I'm likе, "Baby, turn around, put your face down" (yeah, yeah) Spittin' in her mouth while I'm touchin' her Fuckin' her (fuckin' her), I can't let her go, can't get enough of her (can't get enough of her) Every time somethin' good (what?) Every time I got some good, I be fuckin' her (I fuck her) This ain't love, this a trauma bond (trauma bond) I feel like Ray Charles, you know love blind Every time we separate, she still on my mind Every time we separate, she still on my mind She still stay though, she see the signs Like you ain't going nowhere, look, bitch, you mine She block me, I block her, we do this every time And then she turn some Drake on, singin' every line I'm outside in an AMG (AMG) Ask her why she stressed and she say it's me (say it's me) Know you see my texts, don't play with me I know you see my texts, don't play with me (play with me) She could do the heels, and the shades and the Birkin She could do the sneakers, Louis V and the purses Told the other niggas, but I know that I'm her person (I'm the one) See, I try to tell I ain't hurtin' her on purpose Yeah, she try to leave me, but she know she can't (know she can't) I tell her I'm the wheelchair and she the ramp (yeah) I try to tell her I'm the speaker and she the amp Her love tatted on my heart, so she know she stamped (on my heart) She always say she love her cat 'cause he therapeutic Even send me pictures like, "Ain't he the cutest?" Always sayin' she gon' leave me, but she never do it (never) Always sayin' she gon' leave me, but she, hold up (ever) You know I chase the liquor with the pain and she do the same (yeah) And we both hope my shit will change, but we in the rain (yeah, yeah) Just know I'm steppin' with you 'til I'm in the can Loyalty is everything, don't go against the grain (the grain) I'm outside in an AMG (I'm outside) Ask her why she stressed and she say it's me (she say it's me) Know you see my texts, don't play with me (don't play with me) I know you see my texts, don't play with me (play) She could do the heels, and the shades and the Birkin (yeah) She could do the sneakers, Louis V and the purses (she can) Told the other niggas, but I know that I'm her person (I'm the one) See, I try to tell I ain't hurtin' her on purpose (yeah, yeah) Ayy, where the fuck you at? Like, like, stop playin' with me, for real, though Like, pick this fuckin' phone up, bro Like, I call one more time, poppin' up on everything, bro And why the fuck your location ain't on, bro? Aight, bet We ain't doin' this arguin' shit, aight, bet Hold up
Writer(s): Albert Robinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out