Your man on the road, he doin' promo You said, \"Keep our business on the low-low\" I'm just tryna get you out the friend zone Cause you look even better than the photos I can't find your house, send me the info Drivin' through the gated residential Found out I was comin', sent your friends home Keep on tryna hide it but your friends know
I only call you when it's half past five The only time that I'll be by your side I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah
Infatuated by the fame status She wanna ride inside the G-Class grey matic I come around, she leave that nigga like he ain't matter That girl been drinkin' all day, need to change bladder
Hush, don't speak When you spit your venom, keep it shut I hate it When you hiss and preach About your new messiah 'cause your theories catch fire
I can't find your silver lining I don't mean to judge But when you read your speech, it's tiring Enough is enough
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I left my girl back home She don't love me anymore Now I'm (fucking) leaning on that
I only call you when it's half past five The only time that I'll be by your side I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah
And she'll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come But at least we'll both be beautiful and stay forever young And she'll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come This I know, (yeah) this I know