I'on really wanna fall in love, is that a problem?
I'on really wanna take no drugs if I can't pop 'em
Sorry baby I'on wanna talk it's not an option
Hold up wait I love the way that you're walkin'
I-I-I'on really wanna make sense
I'on really wanna be your friend
Money hit my phone I wanna text
I'on even really wanna know what's next
I don't wanna focus on what's killin' me slow
'Cause I'm moving too fast
Keep my feelings on the low
And everything you told me got me got me on go
I been spittin' facts going stupid with the bros
I'm engaged with myself
I don't need help
Pink green on the shelf
Streetwalkin' on stealth
Keep talkin' that stealth
Keep a drummy on my dick
Rock a racky on my belt, rock a racky on my
Blues stuffed inside my belt
Cache passin' racks I cop it straight off the shelf
I could, I could tell ya, I could tell you how it felt
Girl don't even ask I'ma keep it to myself
I wanna, I wanna be someone else
Just for a day
Functioning brain
Teach me to, teach me to block it all out
Show me it's safe
Tell me I'm brave
I don't wear no Kenzo
I hop through the window
I'm teachin' them lessons
I hope they got pencils
Told bro keep it simple
Don't make it an issue
I know I'm a dog I'll still come when I miss you
The path, the path so clear
Few more steps I'm almost there
To where you are
I'd wait for years
You tell me that we're done it felt sincere
Is this the end you want
I don't wanna focus on what's killin' me slow
'Cause I'm moving too fast
Keep my feelings on the low
And everything you told me got me got me on go
I been spittin' facts going stupid with the bros
I'm engaged with myself
I don't need help
Pink green on the shelf
Streetwalkin' on stealth
Keep talkin' that stealth
Keep a drummy on my dick
Rock a racky on my belt, rock a racky on my
I'on really wanna fall in love, is that a problem?
I'on really wanna take no drugs if I can't pop 'em
Sorry baby I'on wanna talk it's not an option
Hold up wait I love the way that you're walkin'
I-I-I'on really wanna make sense
I'on really wanna be your friend
Money hit my phone I wanna text
I'on even really wanna know what's next
I don't wanna focus on what's killin' me slow
'Cause I'm moving too fast
Keep my feelings on the low
And everything you told me got me got me on go
I been spittin' facts going stupid with the bros
I'm engaged with myself
I don't need help
Pink green on the shelf
Streetwalkin' on stealth
Keep talkin' that stealth
Keep a drummy on my dick
Rock a racky on my belt, rock a racky on my