Texture. (feat. Classified)

Ye Yeah This is ma double shot rum issa straight no ice thing In this cold world corner of my eye I seen a corner store Baby shaving coca she could've been copping Jordan 4s I been in the forest trecking cross these many paths I chose It be constantly reminding me about my awful choices Maybe one day she could look past these Rollin Royces Hit it 2 times, now she sicka hearing engine noises I been in a 4 seat, 4 peat No controlling me Playing games on her like pass me the controller G Na she got me missing class Got me dodging Lectures Steady buying clothes for her coz she love the texture I texted her, baby messy and I couldn't mess with her Calling me at 5 in the morning I'm standing next to her Catch me pacing back and forth, miscomplacent thoughts Driving in my black accord, speeding on the 304 Way we argue on the phone I couldn't promise coming home Thinking bout how you ain't learn shit from all these moments Steady sending calls to voice mail I'm in my zone Couldn't stand nun had to leave this bitch alone Shouldn't be in the car while I'm offa this much Patron But this Classified shit I shouldn't be telling on my own Na she got me missing class Got me dodging Lectures Steady buying clothes for her coz she love the texture Na she got me missing class Got me dodging Lectures Steady buying clothes for her coz she love the texture Ayy Ayy Ayy Ayy Yeah