Texty

Leave first night First class First flight We couldn't last fortnight Lost sight Lean on Sprite Oh my double high Be that guy Cross my heart hope to die She's my type But her mind over ride Conversate for an hour and I'm tired I retire Yeah she's fine Her design It be killing suicide 365, is the time you cross my mind I couldn't figure if I want you in my life Treat you like a pistol You the chick that's on my side I couldn't figure if I want you in my life Suicide, suicide, suicide Way Call it a way She was a wave But she turned to bae She send me a text She get it today She get on her knees and beg me to stay But I'm here with Daev And RFK Call it a wave Whachu get up to tonight I don't know what to decide Its getting harder to write I don't know what its a vibe Think i been gettin too high I been pursuing the life I don't believe in your lies All i believe is Allah Told you, you're getting too passionate I don't know why you cant fathom it Call us the energy activists You touch and the damage is permanant Even hazey will tell you we hazardous Call it the way, call it another language I called it a day and she wanna keep at it She makin demands that she cannot handle yet Ay Shouts to ma n*gga Chenoa We got revolvers Been in the cutt like a mower The want the way and they know it Get it today ye, we ready to show em Said she just wanted the life Man all i got is ameoba Just when you thought it was fiiiiine waves get a lil bit deeper Call it the Way Call it a way She was a wave But she turned to bae She send me a text She get it today She get on her knees and beg me to stay But I'm here with Daev And RFK Call it a wave
Writer(s): Dave Moyo, Robin Kock, Kudakwashe Ruviti, Chenoa Lesedi Nokwedi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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