Hurry-Up Offense

Yes Ain't nobody heard from me Now they all worried I love to talk but I'm in a (hurry) I'm in a, uh, I'm in a, uh, I'm in a (hurry up) I'm in a (hurry) I know I'm nice, you ain't gotta admit it Fuck all that hatin', you sound like a critic That boy be snitchin' like he playin' quidditch Please, do not park there or you'll get a ticket Just yesterday she found out I existed I used to love her but now I'm indifferent Now I'm efficient, now I just get it I'll get you off like you just got acquitted (I'll get you off like you just got acquitted) oh, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) Ayy, case closed If I had monеy like Bezos I'd put the wholе damn world on my payroll (yeah, yeah) I wanna buy you a Tesla (mm-hm) I'll make it come with the extras (yeah) I'm on the top rope like a wrestler 'Bout to jump off on whoever, fuck 'em up Yeah, yeah, ooh, woo-ooh, woo-ooh You skatin' on thin ice, baby (yeah) I'm comin', just sit tight, baby (I got you, oh yeah) Yeah, I got you (yeah, I got you) Ain't nobody heard from me, now they all worried I love to talk but I'm in a (hurry) I'm in a, uh, I'm in a, uh, I'm in a (hurry up) I'm in a (hurry) Hurry-up offense Fuck all that nonsense Two-minute drill, you gettin' killed I'm a soldier in the field Bitch, I feel like Justin Fields I feel like I'm on a pill She not tall, she got on heels Put her on a dollar bill 'Cause you the realest one ever (ever) Let's get it together, I'm with it, whatever However, whenever, I never say never I never been fresher, I'm still gettin' better I put on a sweater, you know it's that weather I cut off the tether, I went Interstellar I wrote you a letter, I love you forever And ever, and ever, and ever, and ever And ever, and ever, and ever, and ever I love you, I love you forever, uh, yeah I love you forever, I told you that I love you, now I cannot hold you back When I love you, it ain't no goin' back, oh I love you but I'm gon' need more than that 'Cause your love and my love don't overlap I circle back hopin' I don't relapse, oh But it's startin' to feel like I'm overmatched I'm deep in the pocket like quarterbacks I'm back on the court like a cul-de-sac, oh, uh It's startin' to feel like you so detached I'm deep in a bottle of cognac Just tell me that you do not want me back, oh, oh, oh You tearin' apart all my cardiac I'm startin' to feel like a heart attack, oh, oh Run it back, run it back