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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roy Faulk
Songwriter
Letras
Girl spin the block, girl spin the block, girl spin the block
Last time we talked was a week ago
I look at your story to make sure ya up
I wanna call you so bad, but my pride fights with my love
So I get dressed and go out and hope you hit me up
Girl spin the block, girl text my phone
I hope it's not too late
I hope you ain't moved on
Fuck it I'm sending the text now
My pride can't beat my love now
For you, I'd bite the bullet now
For you, I'd take it all right now
Girl spin the block, my mind plays tricks on me
It feels like 5 years, but it's only been a week
Tell me who's on your line, because it ain't been me
I seen you post a dude when it should've been me
Girl spin the block, girl text my phone
I hope it's not too late
I hope you ain't moved on
I hope you ain't moved on
I hope you ain't moved on
Girl spend the block, girl text my phone
I hope it's not too late
I hope you ain't moved on
I hope you ain't moved on
Written by: Roy Faulk

