Patrón

Lately I've been alone I'm stuck in my zone I bottle my feelings, baby Let's crack the Patrón And I would pour you a glass But you driving home And now your cell on the dash I text you pick up your phone... Straight to the tone (Too long for her to know now Shawty shook the bottle and it poured out) You send me straight to the tone (Palms on the wheel, baby slow down Sayin' she don't even know me Turn your tone down Turn your tone down) And I could tell by your tone that you a lil tipsy (What) I would call you my own if things were lil' different (Love) I try to capture the vibe it's like my fingers slipping (Fuck) Girl we kiss, fuck, cuddle Pussy finger lickin' good After you roll me a wood, play with the strings on my hood You say my story a mystery lately misunderstood Maybe I'm missin' my mom Girl I did what I could I'm never playing to lose I used to feel like I would Now I'm playing to win Lot of people playing pretend You would never guess I'm drowning in the pool that I'm in A lil' lime in mix Girl, you know how it is But this lemon head on me got the brightest ideas, it's like A lot of darkness behind closed curtains I feel this itching in my palms as the world turning I hear this heathen in my head as the pearl burnin' You thought you had me figured out Girl, you still learning Lately I've been alone I'm stuck in my zone I bottle my feelings, baby Let's crack the Patrón And I would pour you a glass But you driving home And now your cell on the dash I text you pick up your phone... Straight to the tone (Too long for her to know now Shawty shook the bottle and it poured out) You send me straight to the tone (Palms on the wheel, baby slow down Sayin' she don't even know me Turn your tone down Turn your tone down, girl) You ask me what my life was like before all this rap shit Every road got bumps and every flight got baggage Don't get lost in your feelings Baby, I bottle a labyrinth I'm just Tracy McGrady lately My mask workin' magic It's like you ain't even know me Only tell my story to the homies You ain't never really met the old me Just pick up on the trophies Think everything golden She say "Now I see the lies in what you told me, the book all open" (Now she know, now she know) All this Patrón we pourin' (All this Patrón, this Patrón This Patrón, this Patrón) You gotta' stop at the store We got an hour to kill Sour, I plug on the low Swallow the truth like pill She tell me tell her the truth Baby, I'll make you a deal I tell her "Pour me a drank, and maybe see how I feel" Lately I've been alone I'm stuck in my zone I bottle my feelings, baby Let's crack the Patrón And I would pour you a glass But you driving home And now your cell on the dash I text you pick up your phone... Straight to the tone (Too long for her to know now Shawty shook the bottle and it poured out) You send me straight to the tone (Palms on the wheel, baby slow down Sayin' she don't even know me Turn your tone down Turn your tone down, girl)