Songteksten

Um, she say she love me for these cold-ass raps Wanna be involved but no strings attached Listen, honey, I'm feelin' kinda hungry Go to dinner with ya girls, can you bring somethin' back? It's unusual that I would feel so strong The party upstairs, you waitin' in the lobby Fuck cares, valet the Ferrari Bright Vegas lights get alarming, I'm sorry Too drunk for sex, I might pass out early Just keep it wet and I'll hit it in the morning Glory, free-fallin' 43 stories, cordially sippin' forties Hooked up to morphine, for sure clean like bald heads I kinda wish that we would fuck more and talk less Except me and you a little far-fetched Reach for the stars, got my arms stretched, God bless I can be there tonight, but don't be mad if I'm late I'm just caught at the light Hope you'll be there in the morning I can be there tonight, but don't be mad if I'm late Just hop off for the night Know I'll be there in the morning And I, I need a cool bitch, conversation skills Roll blunts and in love with Darth Vader films Love to sit there and chill when I play the keys When it turn to fall, she love to go and rake the leaves Make-believe, used to dream of bein' Ann Marie Or a model for Maybelline But fantasies tend to die off when you grow up quickly Her walls the exact same color as a Tiffany box Make her waffles, solvin' riddles on her Popsicle stick If she could, she would leave in a rocket ship The way she feel got her nervous like a doctor's trip Mom said she should see a psychologist Say she love me for my cold-ass raps Never tell me where the cocaine stashed She up late worried, tell me, "Hurry up home" 11 missed calls on my phone, whoa I can be there tonight, but don't be mad if I'm late I'm just caught at the light Hope you'll be there in the morning I can be there tonight, but don't be mad if I'm late Just hop off for the night Know I'll be there in the morning
Writer(s): Malcolm James Mccormick, Stephen Lee Bruner, Sydney Loren Bennett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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