歌词
Ha, ha, huh
Ha, I know, I know
I know my bitch really miss me in bed
She's probably forgetting 'bout all that she said
I'm into deep, but I'm so into you
T-minus shit, boost
They don't wanna tell me the truth
I jump, the back of the bus
Need to get with myself, and that is the truth
Give me a minute, oh
Some of this shit is too new
Sometimes I need me a second
But I'm still gon' turn into you
Oh I'm gon' turn in to you
I'm trying to tell you the truth
It's just what I am, but I'm gucci
I know when you trying to fool me
Imma just put to myself for a second
Because I know you fooling
She wanna fight, circling back
She wanna new Hermes bag
It's better for her, the better she act
This bitch finna give me a panic attack
She finna give me a panic attack
I'm on a rise
You ready for that?
Got multi-plats
On video chat
I jump in the bus
To hop in the back
Need me a second I gotta relax
I'm okay, why do you ask?
I got questions I can't even ask
I roam my work with a half drenched rag
My boss finna give me a panic attack
I know that bitch really miss me in bed
My bitch finna give me a panic attack
I know that bitch really miss me in bed
She's probably forgetting 'bout all that she said
I peeled out- skkirrt, I sled
I'll think about that when I straighten my head
Thinking I'm 'bout to go where?
I'm tripping, I'm tripping I'm 'bout to run out to the back
But I'm 'bout to come back
I'm crossing the parking lot outside of Saks
My phone silent, I never react
Ring, ring, I never call back
Just chill I need to relax
Hold up a second cause something is off
I'm not even tripping, it's pissing me off
I drop the ball
Reach it right back
Hit and run
I skkirrt, racks
The mood is too static, it's really a bore
Not even lying, it's starting to feel like a drag
I pray for strength at the top of the day
I'm telling my bitch she snatched
I got a lot on my mind
Talk to myself all day like a madman
Step through the night all black like I'm Batman
My affairs don't worry about that, man
Chew yellow pill bits like I'm Pac-Man
My affairs don't worry about that, man
My affairs don't worry about that, man
I know my bitch really miss me in bed
I know that she's forgetting all that she said
Written by: Preston Cole Bowman
