Ay, yeah

Ay

I got my eyes on you

I could take you there, been telling the truth

And I got my eyes on food

When I step in the booth like k, it’s true

To your ex, we’ll chuck up the deuce

He’s through when he hears these songs 'bout you

He’s through when hears the things that I do for you

Got a lot on your plate, me too

Got a lot on your shoulders

Can’t blame you, the world got colder

Inflation the way your life got expensive

Paying these things every quarter

And you got caught up

And I thought I’d just hold ya

Tell you all things be alright, you're torn up

And you felt that weight off your shoulders

When I told ya I’m here in your corner

Like 2pac said, Keep Ya Head Up

If you're fed up, brush off, keep moving

Too deep when I write this music

She got bruises from the social nooses, uh

But she pray everyday

And everyday pass make the noose get looser, uh

Don’t help that her ex is fucking useless

That cunt was a loser

Social anxiety got you stuck

And your friends tell you that you’ve changed

But you risk an attack when you see them

And all you get is a, "Glad you came"

But you get that enough from me in the sheets

'Cause I make you, uh

But you’re scarred from love so my efforts like cut cocaine

Don’t slap the same, 'cause

I got my eyes on you

I could take you there, been telling the truth

And I got my eyes on food

When I step in the booth like k, it’s true

To your ex, we’ll chuck up the deuce

He’s through when he hears these songs 'bout you

He’s through when hears the things that I do for you

Got a lot on your plate, me too

I got my eyes on you, I could take you there

Ay

And I got my eyes on food when I step in the booth

To your ex we’ll chuck up the deuce

Yeah, ay

To your ex we’ll chuck up the deuce

He’s through when he hears these songs I make 'bout you