I'm looking at you, you deserve a penthouse view
I'm looking at your body, I wanna race you up the stairs
Woah, I couldn't even help but stare
Stay with me, don't leave like you wasn't even there (I'm Thinkin About You)
Even if it's just the hardest thing to do
If you really even knew, what you think I even want if it's not you
Talk to me nice and help me sleep
The darkest of nights have had me weak
I really wanna tell you that I'm doing good
But I'm couped in my thoughts smoking backwoods
Because there's something in my mind that don't sit good
It's like this hurting makes it easier to sin good
Thoughts have been piling it's crazy, I'm having rude of awakenings
It's like I wake up everyday hit a brick and I lay it, somehow I still find it in me to take these vocals and lace em
Most of these songs I must admit been so awfully evasive
Send location, I switch it off
Been dabbling in addictions this my curtain call
I write songs never right my wrongs.
Palm sweaty as I'm writing on
Like broken levy's when it rains, and you're praying on the break of dawn.
I'm still praying on
Hope my patience still equates to calm
I'm one you hate that you've been sleeping on
I'm sensitive to all relations I've been breaking off, can't afford to be soft
Is it, the right time to show you all of me?
Put it on a platter and show you demons that's haunting me?
Prolly way too early I'm slowly losing my company, but I can't call em mine coz they want me hung like an ornament
I pour up, then I get slow abit
Trying to stomach the traffic that's on my mind and shit
Ugh, I should really be on my minus shit
They don't like me coz the truth is what I'll hurt you with
Dogs barking in the hills, cops running on the block and they will hurt you quick
That's if you're black it's a racial thing, you're trap initiated need mental emancipation before they take it
They told me keep on waiting I'm creating it
Told me this my life and I debated it
Told em I ain't changing up for anything
Straight up lost ballads that's on everything, I'm married to the music hundred thousand for the wedding ring (Gone)
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I'm looking at you, you deserve a penthouse view
I'm looking at your body, I wanna race you up the stairs
Woah, I couldn't even help but stare
Stay with me, don't leave like you wasn't even there (I'm Thinkin About You)
Even if it's just the hardest thing to do
If you really even knew, what you think I even want if it's not you
Talk to me nice and help me sleep
The darkest of nights have had me weak
I really wanna tell you that I'm doing good
But I'm couped in my thoughts smoking backwoods
Because there's something in my mind that don't sit good
It's like this hurting makes it easier to sin good
Thoughts have been piling it's crazy, I'm having rude of awakenings
It's like I wake up everyday hit a brick and I lay it, somehow I still find it in me to take these vocals and lace em
Most of these songs I must admit been so awfully evasive
Send location, I switch it off
Been dabbling in addictions this my curtain call
I write songs never right my wrongs.
Palm sweaty as I'm writing on
Like broken levy's when it rains, and you're praying on the break of dawn.
I'm still praying on
Hope my patience still equates to calm
I'm one you hate that you've been sleeping on
I'm sensitive to all relations I've been breaking off, can't afford to be soft
Is it, the right time to show you all of me?
Put it on a platter and show you demons that's haunting me?
Prolly way too early I'm slowly losing my company, but I can't call em mine coz they want me hung like an ornament
I pour up, then I get slow abit
Trying to stomach the traffic that's on my mind and shit
Ugh, I should really be on my minus shit
They don't like me coz the truth is what I'll hurt you with
Dogs barking in the hills, cops running on the block and they will hurt you quick
That's if you're black it's a racial thing, you're trap initiated need mental emancipation before they take it
They told me keep on waiting I'm creating it
Told me this my life and I debated it
Told em I ain't changing up for anything
Straight up lost ballads that's on everything, I'm married to the music hundred thousand for the wedding ring (Gone)
I'm looking at your body, I wanna race you up the stairs
Woah, I couldn't even help but stare
Stay with me, don't leave like you wasn't even there (I'm Thinkin About You)
Even if it's just the hardest thing to do
If you really even knew, what you think I even want if it's not you
Talk to me nice and help me sleep
The darkest of nights have had me weak
I really wanna tell you that I'm doing good
But I'm couped in my thoughts smoking backwoods
Because there's something in my mind that don't sit good
It's like this hurting makes it easier to sin good
Thoughts have been piling it's crazy, I'm having rude of awakenings
It's like I wake up everyday hit a brick and I lay it, somehow I still find it in me to take these vocals and lace em
Most of these songs I must admit been so awfully evasive
Send location, I switch it off
Been dabbling in addictions this my curtain call
I write songs never right my wrongs.
Palm sweaty as I'm writing on
Like broken levy's when it rains, and you're praying on the break of dawn.
I'm still praying on
Hope my patience still equates to calm
I'm one you hate that you've been sleeping on
I'm sensitive to all relations I've been breaking off, can't afford to be soft
Is it, the right time to show you all of me?
Put it on a platter and show you demons that's haunting me?
Prolly way too early I'm slowly losing my company, but I can't call em mine coz they want me hung like an ornament
I pour up, then I get slow abit
Trying to stomach the traffic that's on my mind and shit
Ugh, I should really be on my minus shit
They don't like me coz the truth is what I'll hurt you with
Dogs barking in the hills, cops running on the block and they will hurt you quick
That's if you're black it's a racial thing, you're trap initiated need mental emancipation before they take it
They told me keep on waiting I'm creating it
Told me this my life and I debated it
Told em I ain't changing up for anything
Straight up lost ballads that's on everything, I'm married to the music hundred thousand for the wedding ring (Gone)
Writer: Minenhle Malinga
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid