Lyrics
Your boyfriend's a bitch ...
He got that 9 on him but don't point it at shit
Except a camera
That's pointless as shit like emojis on an Android;
Boisterous and shit, he probably got enough like "Damn, boy!"
Pop at you proper might pop up in Semiana
1738, not gonna walk up to Remy mama
I was scratching off on the lotto to get a dollar
Trying make it right in front of they eyes like Benihana
Ima call you back at like 8..:02
Falling back like, "no wait, come through."
Ima communicate my issues you gon' say, "oh, well"
We gon' fight fuck and get blunted shit I'll take the L
And take it well
This ain't even rap. I'm speaking facts now
Y'all still get weed in packs? I been breathing black clouds
Chem trail, Chem trail, Flouride rain;
Time spent well, get well 'til your fourth eye fades
The love you save might be the end of me
I got 5 on it
Make you what spend on Ima put my life on it
Shit if you got for me turn that shit to 500
This might be the end for me, tell my baby I love her
I'm from a place where you can't leave it if you don't got a skrap
You call her jack knowing she won't holla back
Fucking bitches who don't know my name but know all my raps
Superman don't need no Lois Lane, that whole song is cap
[Hook (Roberto & GrandAce)] (x2)
Don't wanna be
On my own
But if you look inside I'm sure you'll find the time
Right between the lines it sits
But I'd be
All alone
Before I let you climb inside the broken times
Look, Roberto...I'm assuming you asleep, and the reason that is, is because your phone is dead and your alarm didn't wake you up?
That's real fucked up man
I'm here by myself, 'Belinto' is here
He's all excited and you not here to rap these raps
I don't know what's gon' happen but...
Yeah yeah, please answer the phone...
And...call back or something
Alright. Bye
Written by: Risky Patterns, Roberto, Roberto Parker
