Bobby Grand - Take It As Gospel Lyrics

A lost girl, lost girl, should've known from your arrival
Listenin to Meg and you take that shit as gospel
Birthday suit, them likes is like survival
Accountability, f*ck is that
We turnin' up, tell the bartender, pour me up
Doin' whatever them single girls do
Said, you don't love the streets, but the streets love you, yousa
A lost girl, lost girl, should've known from your arrival, aye
Trust issues and lust issues
That's a bad combo, I can't be f*ckin' with you
Always had a thing for the pretty ones, lookin' for fun, but they be the most troublesome
Said I would take her to Nopa
Blinked my eyes twice, damn, how we get on this sofa
Keep askin' me who I'm f*ckin, you beggin' me to keep it real
I'm deep in thought like, if your nigga knew how would he feel
Two for one, your greedy ass gettin' two for one, see through dress, bout to have some fun
Makin' plans right up under his nose, but your friend group look at you as goals, you really just a
A lost girl, lost girl, should've known from your arrival
Listenin to Meg and you take that shit as gospel
Birthday suit, them likes is like survival
Accountability, f*ck is that
We turnin' up, tell the bartender, pour me up
Doin' whatever them single girls do
Said, you don't love the streets, but the streets love you, yousa
A lost girl, lost girl, should've known from your arrival, aye
That's why I don't be lovin' these women, none of em get it
Sittin on my throne, give a f*ck bout your feelings
Don't be lovin' these women, none of em get it
Sittin on my throne
Used to wanna fall in love, now that's a dub
Somebody come save me from this bad dream, wake me
Swear I don't be lovin' these women, none of em get it
Sittin' on my throne, give a f*ck bout yo feelins
Aye, cup full of that good shit
Throwback to how I used to be, whole team on some hood shit
This nigga was sellin' drugs, that nigga was sellin' dreams
Stealin' out G-Mama purse, we was all after them better things
Sayin' that to say this, my house made of glass too
Same time I don't cross none of my loved ones
Go behind my bitch back, cause she look good and I want some
F*ck around, bring some back, now we both f*cked and that's no fun
Must be all the toxic in me that'll go against all the logic in me
F*ck on your girl then go to work like she really wasn't just ridin' with me
Always on demon time, but I'm God's son, gotta cut it out
Stress take my mind, then I go and slut it out, tryna f*ck it out
Mama told me to man up, pops told me to thug it out
Life tryna be Tyson, but I fight back, I'ma slug it out
Focused on my grind, tryna dunk shit, Bron with the hops though
Real niggas tell me keep goin, I'ma take that shit as gospel, aye