F.W.M

I think I’ll leave for California

Find some relief from what I’m going through

I think the weed will calm me down a little bit

But shit it might just make me think of you

You didn’t even call me on my birthday

Don’t know why I want you in the first place

Trying way too hard to be your first play

And I like things better face to face

But

I need you to fuck with me

Fuck with me

Fuck with

Fuck with me

I need you to fuck with me

Fuck with me

Fuck with

Fuck with

I just might leave

For Cal-i-for-ni-a

You don’t really fuck with me anyway

I’m too busy tryna be your First Lady

You too busy tryna hit it first

Cause they say she look like Ciara

Yeah Them goodies be the truth

Yeah Them goodies through the roof

[and these days it’s all trial and error

But I’m tryna leave the booth

And pull up straight to you

But I need you to

Fuck with me