Chael Blinya - Hey Big Head Lyrics

Aye yo girl
I know it's been a while, but I miss you
Yea, only heaven knows that I'm tempted
I'm tempted, I'm tempted, I'm tempted
Yea mm, only heaven knows that I'm tempted
By the essence of idea perceived as feminine
Messaging, signals mixed EQ'd to be affectionate
Love is a pulmonary artery getting stitched up
Like Lelo & snitches facing consequences
Lady pardon we, testosterone has been relentless, yea
He stay doing dips & men have ruffled chips
Stacked upon our shoulder, growing as we're getting older
I'm just kidding, I know we got our faults
I'm immature, yea of course
But I'd rather be a grown ass kid than childish adult, mm
That's why I texted this, I know perplexed it gets
Hey Big Head, I don't want to seem desperate but
Most of the world is searching for love they already found
Nostalgic silhouette without a shadow of a doubt
I could spot you in a poorly lit arena crowd
Nose-bleeding, cold evenings
I'm sad I couldn't quench your thirst
But truthfully be told you make my kidneys hurt, yea
I get pissed off whenever you're in (urine) my life
I gave my old flames light so why should I reignite?
Mm, when last week was better than our last week
Yea, and often fantasize 'bout girl from last week
Uh, last time I fought for love I got my ass beat
Words of a hopeless romantic, I know I'm not mm
Very frantic, with every antic
Pressing the panic button until it works
We don't converse, though occasionally flirt we daily did
Do little about our pet peeves like two vets at war
Ain't shit niggas versus no good bitches
Battle of the sexes, texting's espionage
Enamored by allure, couple things to say more
Ferris wheels, funnel cake, but all ain't fair in love & war

I love all of you unequally that's what the truth is
I'm not a lover or a fighter
I'm writer oh bih, oh bih, oh bih
I'm a writer oh bih
I'm not a lover or a fighter
I'm a writer oh bih
And I love you all unequally that's what the truth is
I'm not a lover or a fighter
I'm writer oh bih, oh bih, oh bih
I'm a writer you bih
Ubiquitous

Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like what you see?
Even though I'm yours to keep
Why don't you like me?

You know my grandpa always told me
That if you don't take care of your woman every night
Then someone else will, but that's the thing though
If she don't let you take care of her, then she's not your woman

I'm yours, I'm yours
I'm yours to keep of course
I'm yours, I'm yours
I'm yours to keep of course
Don't you know I'm yours?
Don't' you know I'm yours?
I'm yours to keep of course