PHONICS (feat. WESTSIDE BOOGIE)

Every hour of the day, every day, shit be testing my patience Wait Out of bounds in the way, giving space, trying to get it both ways You crazy Like razor blade It cuts real deep when it's honest Still up past 3, bending phonics 5 am when you chimed in, yeah, I'm on it (aye) I know it hurts, but what the fuck I'm supposed to do? 2 am, you talking about when I'm coming through My hands full of your ass again (accident) Feelings that's better off in the past, with me catching up Stuck on wishing I could change shit that passed you up I been in my damn lane getting that average up In this moment, we say, "Fuck it, is it safe?" I know if I leave now, it's still a place off the strength for me Every hour of the day, every day, shit be testing my patience Wait Out of bounds in the way, giving space, trying to get it both ways You crazy Like razor blade It cuts real deep when it's honest Still up past 3, bending phonics 5 am when you chimed in, yeah, I'm on it (aye) I end up falling You end up sliding I end up calling That's perfect timing 5 am when you chimed in, yeah, I'm on it Hate a nigga that's not about his word Ain't no going back and forth with that, no sir It was never deep, oh never, not at all You thinking too deep, it ain't that at all We had a couple of run-ins, a couple setbacks I wanted you, now you need to get back It ain't hard to see that this ain't that at all You thinking too deep, it ain't that at all Fucking on them bitches that'll do it for the right look Ooh Lord Trading in your feelings for a right hook Then you ask, "Why God?" Hate a nigga that's not about his word Ain't no going back and forth with that, no sir I got a nigga in the hood with a Mercedes Pull up with it like "that's my baby" Every hour of the day, every day, shit be testing my patience Wait Out of bounds in the way, giving space Trying to get it both ways, you crazy Like razor blade It cuts real deep when it's honest Still up past 3, bending phonics 5 am when you chimed in, yeah, I'm on it (aye) Everytime I'm in my bag You love pulling me off course Know that pussy got some power, gotta get it from the source Tell me it ain't forced you don't see me for my talent Never treat me like a rapper I say should be some balance I don't know Where you been, step on me and Imma step again Let you in, I swear this process don't never end I'm sure you finna hurt a nigga You love going with the wave, and I'm just your current nigga Said you on your way and I know you ain't just flake Tell me that you straight you just need a little break Bitch you really love me would've did it off the strength You ain't gotta always do it at least tell me when you can't I end up falling You end up sliding I end up calling That's perfect timing (5 am when you chimed in, yeah, I'm on it) Every hour of the day, every day, shit be testing my patience Wait Out of bounds in the way, giving space, trying to get it both ways You crazy Like razor blade It cuts real deep when it's honest Still up past 3, bending phonics 5 am when you chimed in, yeah, I'm on it (aye) Buzzing my line Tryna fuck up the vibe I ain't finna waste my time Phone going mm Mm-mm-mmm Fuck up the vibe Probably trying to waste my time I ain't finna pay it no mind Phone going mm Mm-mm-mmm (Now you're doing too much)