Bird - contraband Lyrics

Had to pick my drugs up from the CVS
Had to pick my drugs up from the CVS
They say I'm stressin' out, got white hairs in my beard, yes
Riding with contraband like Officer, I must confess
Phone on do not disturb, it's hard to reach me, very complex
It's my way or the highway, bitch, is that so hard to get
I could be stranded on the highway, still ain't getting no late-night text
Her name saved as TGI Friday's, that's when we sex
She said the world done f*cked her over
So what's the worst that I could do
Almost put a child in a girl that's always on the move
She tryna string a nigga along, she got me wrapped up by the tooth
Tryna shoot her shot right at the five, like she John Wilkes Booth
Been out the loop so long, that it's a paradox
You can't expect us to stay together, like it's a pair of socks
You really had me by the chain, but we was never locked
Only memories remain
She gon' hunt me till I drop
If I pop, they pop, we pop
(Pop)
New me, I done dyed my locs
New residence, had to change my locks
Took the key from out her box
Took her head before her word, now I'm stuck in an awkward spot
Our meeting's been adjourned, that's none of your concern
She put my heart inside a blunt, of course that shit burn
Dumping ash all on my head, like she fillin' up a urn
Call this bitch a former president, cause she want another term
Had to put my foot down, cause that bitch won't ever learn
Ridin' with Contraband, I must confess
Ridin' with Contraband, I must confess
Ridin' with Contraband, I must confess
Ridin' with Contraband, I must confess
Had to pick my drugs up from the CVS
Had to pick my drugs up from the CVS
They say I'm stressin' out got white hairs in my beard, yes
Riding with contraband like Officer, I must confess
Phone on do not disturb, it's hard to reach me, very complex
It's my way or the highway, bitch, is that so hard to get
I could be stranded on the highway, still ain't getting no late-night text
Her name saved as TGI Friday's, that's when we sex
She said the world done f*cked her over
So what's the worst that I could do
Almost put a child in a girl that's always on the move
She tryna string a nigga along, she got me wrapped up by the tooth
Tryna shoot her shot right at the five, like she John Wilkes Booth