A.E. "TheBrokenArtist" - HML(interlude) Lyrics

Home alone
Where you at
I hit yah phone
Like hit me back
I need it now
Not a minute later
My time is limited
Gotta make this paper
Hit my line Hit my line
Hit my line Hit my line
I need it now
Not a minute later
My time is limited
Gotta make this paper
Chilling with my daughter
Chilling with yours to
Difference is mine two
And yours twenty two
Number don't lie
And mine going up
Nigga for real
Throwing this jazz flow
R I P Uncle Phil
Up in the wip with the seat back
Shorty throw it on me like a beat pack
Never saying A E wack
She know i only make heat tracks
Yeah
Thats a fact
On god nigga dead ass
Leaving shorty dripping in her seat with the wet ass
Like Manning with pass
And you know she gone catch it
Home alone
Where you at
Hit yah phone
Like hit me back
I need it now
Not a minute later
My time is limited
Gotta make this paper
Hit my line Hit my line
Hit my line Hit my line
I need it now
Not a minute later
My time is limited
Gotta make this paper
Yeah
Hit my line Hit my line
Hit my lin Hit my line
Call me up call me up
Call me up Call me up
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah