Damn bitch, what you runnin' from?
In the streets wit your house shoes on,
Damn, this what we're becoming?
"Nah, it ain't even like that, i just free flow like i'm E. E. Cummings"
BLAZE BLA, it sounds to me like you is F. F. Fronting
Nothing seems to come into fruition, despite that intuition
Check the signs, you can't park Monday, but Tuesday you still missin'
On some f*ck shit at the function, too busy chasin' p,
Better dot your i's and cross your t's
'fore she leave, heads to the junction
Take that Chevy Malibu down to Malibu,
Feelin' stocked up like they Whole Foods
Matter fact, price is goin' up too
Then it's going down like your bitch do
Screamin "downer downer downer"
Like that onion nigga with them mattresses
If they talkin' money, then its counterfeit
Do them niggas know what an accountant is?
Yeah, i'm livin' proof, my shit notarized
Killin' pessimism on a joy ride
When the fruit bare comin' down wit wisdom
Tell the homies it ain't happen overnight
If you talkin shit, better behave
Caught a good look, seen you bitch made
Niggas be projectin' like the cinema
Ain't nobody comin' to your screening
Nothing seems to, come into fruition, despite that intuition
Check the signs, you can't park Monday, but Tuesday you still missin'
On some f*ck shit at the function, too busy chasin' p,
Better dot your i's and cross your t's
'fore she leave, heads to the junction, junction
The juction, headed to the junction
I's and cross your t's 'fore she, 'fore she to the junction
I'm runnin' from you, us, me
Fallin' right into somewhere else,
Its not on a map, its right in-between
I'm chasin' the feelin' when i hide at The Park and inside of these dreams
There's two and a half men, but no Charlie Sheen
Claim that y'all f*ck wit me, I don't feel seen
Honey i'm scared and way too aware
I been wonderin' if any these people would call if my presence weren't pensive
Solo-dolo all the time, it's usually empty beside me
Whenever the lyrics turn into exhibits, they're takin that chance to deny me
But i'd rather go, peace sign
Sun soak to fix my mind
I roll the joint right up
Then i'm takin the truck outside
Them niggas did me dirt
Then again, so have I
I need the space to heal
But we don't gotta draw that line
Really, we all need love
And one day, we all gon' die
Know better to fight that feelin'
I'm puttin' ego aside
Nobody loves you better, babe
I swear, its just you and I
I see it in our eyes
What a beautiful lie
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Damn bitch, what you runnin' from?
In the streets wit your house shoes on,
Damn, this what we're becoming?
"Nah, it ain't even like that, i just free flow like i'm E. E. Cummings"
BLAZE BLA, it sounds to me like you is F. F. Fronting
Nothing seems to come into fruition, despite that intuition
Check the signs, you can't park Monday, but Tuesday you still missin'
On some f*ck shit at the function, too busy chasin' p,
Better dot your i's and cross your t's
'fore she leave, heads to the junction
Take that Chevy Malibu down to Malibu,
Feelin' stocked up like they Whole Foods
Matter fact, price is goin' up too
Then it's going down like your bitch do
Screamin "downer downer downer"
Like that onion nigga with them mattresses
If they talkin' money, then its counterfeit
Do them niggas know what an accountant is?
Yeah, i'm livin' proof, my shit notarized
Killin' pessimism on a joy ride
When the fruit bare comin' down wit wisdom
Tell the homies it ain't happen overnight
If you talkin shit, better behave
Caught a good look, seen you bitch made
Niggas be projectin' like the cinema
Ain't nobody comin' to your screening
Nothing seems to, come into fruition, despite that intuition
Check the signs, you can't park Monday, but Tuesday you still missin'
On some f*ck shit at the function, too busy chasin' p,
Better dot your i's and cross your t's
'fore she leave, heads to the junction, junction
The juction, headed to the junction
I's and cross your t's 'fore she, 'fore she to the junction
I'm runnin' from you, us, me
Fallin' right into somewhere else,
Its not on a map, its right in-between
I'm chasin' the feelin' when i hide at The Park and inside of these dreams
There's two and a half men, but no Charlie Sheen
Claim that y'all f*ck wit me, I don't feel seen
Honey i'm scared and way too aware
I been wonderin' if any these people would call if my presence weren't pensive
Solo-dolo all the time, it's usually empty beside me
Whenever the lyrics turn into exhibits, they're takin that chance to deny me
But i'd rather go, peace sign
Sun soak to fix my mind
I roll the joint right up
Then i'm takin the truck outside
Them niggas did me dirt
Then again, so have I
I need the space to heal
But we don't gotta draw that line
Really, we all need love
And one day, we all gon' die
Know better to fight that feelin'
I'm puttin' ego aside
Nobody loves you better, babe
I swear, its just you and I
I see it in our eyes
What a beautiful lie
In the streets wit your house shoes on,
Damn, this what we're becoming?
"Nah, it ain't even like that, i just free flow like i'm E. E. Cummings"
BLAZE BLA, it sounds to me like you is F. F. Fronting
Nothing seems to come into fruition, despite that intuition
Check the signs, you can't park Monday, but Tuesday you still missin'
On some f*ck shit at the function, too busy chasin' p,
Better dot your i's and cross your t's
'fore she leave, heads to the junction
Take that Chevy Malibu down to Malibu,
Feelin' stocked up like they Whole Foods
Matter fact, price is goin' up too
Then it's going down like your bitch do
Screamin "downer downer downer"
Like that onion nigga with them mattresses
If they talkin' money, then its counterfeit
Do them niggas know what an accountant is?
Yeah, i'm livin' proof, my shit notarized
Killin' pessimism on a joy ride
When the fruit bare comin' down wit wisdom
Tell the homies it ain't happen overnight
If you talkin shit, better behave
Caught a good look, seen you bitch made
Niggas be projectin' like the cinema
Ain't nobody comin' to your screening
Nothing seems to, come into fruition, despite that intuition
Check the signs, you can't park Monday, but Tuesday you still missin'
On some f*ck shit at the function, too busy chasin' p,
Better dot your i's and cross your t's
'fore she leave, heads to the junction, junction
The juction, headed to the junction
I's and cross your t's 'fore she, 'fore she to the junction
I'm runnin' from you, us, me
Fallin' right into somewhere else,
Its not on a map, its right in-between
I'm chasin' the feelin' when i hide at The Park and inside of these dreams
There's two and a half men, but no Charlie Sheen
Claim that y'all f*ck wit me, I don't feel seen
Honey i'm scared and way too aware
I been wonderin' if any these people would call if my presence weren't pensive
Solo-dolo all the time, it's usually empty beside me
Whenever the lyrics turn into exhibits, they're takin that chance to deny me
But i'd rather go, peace sign
Sun soak to fix my mind
I roll the joint right up
Then i'm takin the truck outside
Them niggas did me dirt
Then again, so have I
I need the space to heal
But we don't gotta draw that line
Really, we all need love
And one day, we all gon' die
Know better to fight that feelin'
I'm puttin' ego aside
Nobody loves you better, babe
I swear, its just you and I
I see it in our eyes
What a beautiful lie
Writer: Tiana Steele
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