Hurry-Up Offense Video (MV)

Yes

Ain't nobody heard from me, now they all worry
I leave the top off, I'm in a (hurry)
I'm in a, I'm in a
I'm in a (hurry up), I'm in a (hurry)

I know I'm nice, you ain't gotta admit it
F*ck all that hating you sound like a critic
That boy be snitching like be playing quidditch
Please do not park there or you'll get a ticket
Just yesterday she found out I existed
I used to love her but now I'm indifferent
Now I'm efficient, now I just get it
I'll get you off like you just acquitted
(I'll get you off like you just got acquitted)
Oh yeah, yeah yeah (yeah)
Ay, case closed
If I had money like Bezos
I'd put the whole damn world on my payroll
Yeah, yeah, I wanna buy you a (Tesla, yeah)
Mhm, I'll make it come with the extras (yeah)
I'm on the top rope like a wrestler
'Bout to jump off on whoever, f*ck them up
Yeah, yeah, ooh (ooh), woo
You skating on thin ice, baby (yes)
I'm coming, just sit tight, baby (I got you)
Yeah, I got you (yeah, I got you)

Ooh (ooh)
Ain't nobody heard from me, now they all worried
I love to talk but, I'm in a (hurry)
I'm in a, I'm in a
I'm in a (hurry up), I'm in a (hurry)

Hurry up offense, f*ck all that nonsense
Two minute drill, you getting killed
I'm a (soldier) in the field
Bitch, I feel like Justin Fields
I feel like I'm on a pill, she not tall she got on heels
Put her on a dollar bill 'cause you the realest one ever (ever)
Let's get it together, I'm with it whatever
However, whenever, I never say never
I never been fresher, I'm still getting better
I put on a sweater, you know it's that weather
I cut off the tether, I went interstellar
I wrote you a letter, I love you forever
And ever and ever and ever
And ever and ever and ever and ever

I love you, I love you forever
Uh, yeah
I love you forever I told you that
I love you now I cannot hold you back
When I love you it ain't no goin' back, ah
I love you but I'm gon' need more than that
'Cause your love and my love don't overlap
I circle back, hoping I don't relapse, ah
But it's starting to feel like I'm over matched
I'm deep in the pocket like quarterbacks
I'm back on the court like a cul-de-sac, ah
It's starting to feel like you so detached
I'm deep in a bottle of cognac
Just tell me that you do now want me back, ah, ah, ah
You tearing apart all my cardiac
I'm starting to feel like a heart attack, ah, ah
Run it back, run it back