Slayersdreams - Want You (feat. Ericdoa) Lyrics

You can call my phone but I'm never picking up
Yeah I'm only 18 but I don't need love
I was down bad, I was leaning on my luck
I was down bad, all I needed was the cup
I was feeling sad 'til that check came in
Two bands on a coat, yeah, you know check hit
I got people looking up so I never f*cking quit
I got people looking up so I know I gotta win

Riding in a coupe with the windows up
I be countin' blues I don't give a f*ck
I ain't show attention I ain't high enough
Aye, whoa I ain't high enough
See me moving state to state but I want you
And you see me in your dream 'cause I haunt you
And you know I'm f*cked up when I got you
And you know I did the same when I lost you
I don't really know
I don't really know
When you see me going ghost
When you see me going ghost
I've been feeling low
Ay, I've been feeling low

I didn't really give a f*ck about the shit you going through
I just need to chase the check, boy that's what I'm gonna do
When I first touched down, she asked "What we gonna do?"
Baby, I just want the neck, I don't know about you
I don't want no sex, I wanna make amends
Always been alone, so I don't need friends
All bad bitches, yeah I just keep 10s
Yeah, you woke up down bad, bitch I woke up in a Benz

When I see the f*cking check, I'ma take it
Gucci shoes, hundred dollars on my laces
You a lame, yeah I see you in your Asics
Seven figures, me and DOA gon' make it
Yeah, you talk a lot, do you really walk it like you talk it
In a six speed, moving down the highway like a rocket
Do you talk it?
Do you talk it?
Like you walk it
Like you walk it

You can call my phone but I'm never picking up
Yeah I'm only 18 but I don't need love
I was down bad, I was leaning on my luck
I was down bad, all I needed was the cup
I was feeling sad 'til that check came in
Two bands on a coat, yeah, you know check hit
I got people looking up so I never f*cking quit
I got people looking up so I know I gotta win

I've been smoking big cock, yeah the Rolling Stones
And I keep a switchblade in the can of Coke
Still stay MIA, so they never know
Had to leave my own town, had to let 'em go
Bad bitch blow a kiss when I say hello
All designer drugs, baby, that's the antidote
Fashion on my body, international
Fashion on my body, international
I was smelling like the money when I walked through
You was talking to me crazy like I want you
Me and Slayer going ghost, we gon' haunt you
You pussy boy, playing games, I'ma taunt you

I don't really know what I'm doing
I don't really know what I'm doing
I don't really know what I'm doing
I don't really know what I'm doing