Candy Apple/ Numbers Video (MV)

Cinnamon dusting my cranium
Candy wife smell geranium
It's all a fever dream
Lord, please watch over me, as I confess my evil deeds
I've done a lot of shit im not supposed to
But it's about the cream, yeah
I'm tryna put my family on my back
I wanna carry that weight
Get rid of all these f*cking burdens
Taking space on my plate
I'm f*cking Nightcrawler lurking
Baby I'm staying out late
Doing unspeakable things to bodies that I think no one relates
In the literal sense, I need a bit of cents
Y'all do anything for a dollar
Long as you could pay the rent
I got passion in my fruit
Homie, you are you and I am I
Tryna compare yourself, but we got two different designs, ugh

Do you got my number, oh
Do you got my numb
Do you got my number, oh
Do you got my numb
Do you got my number, oh
Do you got my numb
Do you got my number, oh
Do you got my numb

Baby, I don't know where I'm going
Not really sure where I'm headed
But I got my friends 'til the end
'Til the end, bitch
Baby, I don't know where I'm going
Not really sure where I'm headed
But I got my friends 'til the end
'Til the end, bitch

Call me, sometime
Please, bang my line
Call me, sometime
Please, bang my line