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FYM Q - Red Alert Lyrics



FYM Q - Red Alert Lyrics
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It's love then we fadeaway these are the games we play
Why would I save the day I'm the one who paved the way
I said I loved you then that's what I had to say
Last time didn't want revenge this time you gotta pay yeah
Good head on her shoulders I'm pumping it up
Already said I'm sorry once or twice are you sliding or what
Pretending it was only my fault this time you lying for what
With them lies you gotta be kidding me you childish as f*ck
Maybe we just didn't fit together like loose clothes
You going outside more often now you too cold
Standing on business you stepping hard for them new hoes
I thought we came way too far for you to move on
But let me introduce you to the new me
You know I f*cked Jasmine right your friend is a groupie
I'm aiming at Star's I'm cutting into your pride a little too deep
She was down for us to keep it a secret the bag is a two C
You used to be too solid now you a choose me
For any nigga with it you set it off like Boosie
I saw the changes you made you started to lose me
I saw right through all the bad acting like Tubi
So push the button red alert I'm sending shots and then a smirk
Outside sending niggas and bitches to visit they nearest church
Watched lovers crash out and end up pressed as your favorite shirt
Never lied Mr. Truth Teller and I know it hurt
I'm addressing whoever it may concern
Scary times vision blurred tell the boys to say the word
Then shit bumpy like we hit a curb
Then it's one sided love but I made it work
You gotta pay for putting me through all this shit I ain't deserve
It's love then we fadeaway these are the games we play
Why would I save the day I'm the one who paved the way
I said I loved you then that's what I had to say
Last time didn't want revenge this time you gotta pay yeah
Young Q swear he still wear his heart on his sleeve
Back home they asking for war like we wear army fatigues
Look good on the internet but they not famous to me
I thought you knew better than to talk them numbers to me
My one in a day just made what you made in a week
Posted with so and so but they nameless to me
She was in the bed twisting angles for me
Now it's tough talk from the crowd I'm dead I'm asleep
Lotta high praise to guys that look average to me
Getting advice from fake hustlers my level is outta ya reach
Taking shit direct I bet I aim 'for I squeeze
Trigger happy pulling on anybody think they aiming for me
That was 2021 I did it for Kels never asked for a handout I did it myself
If we didn't last what I get outta life by wishing you well
Bare minimum girl no effort the bar is in hell
It's love then we fadeaway these are the games we play
Why would I save the day I'm the one who paved the way
I said I loved you then that's what I had to say
Last time didn't want revenge this time you gotta pay yeah
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It's love then we fadeaway these are the games we play
Why would I save the day I'm the one who paved the way
I said I loved you then that's what I had to say
Last time didn't want revenge this time you gotta pay yeah
Good head on her shoulders I'm pumping it up
Already said I'm sorry once or twice are you sliding or what
Pretending it was only my fault this time you lying for what
With them lies you gotta be kidding me you childish as f*ck
Maybe we just didn't fit together like loose clothes
You going outside more often now you too cold
Standing on business you stepping hard for them new hoes
I thought we came way too far for you to move on
But let me introduce you to the new me
You know I f*cked Jasmine right your friend is a groupie
I'm aiming at Star's I'm cutting into your pride a little too deep
She was down for us to keep it a secret the bag is a two C
You used to be too solid now you a choose me
For any nigga with it you set it off like Boosie
I saw the changes you made you started to lose me
I saw right through all the bad acting like Tubi
So push the button red alert I'm sending shots and then a smirk
Outside sending niggas and bitches to visit they nearest church
Watched lovers crash out and end up pressed as your favorite shirt
Never lied Mr. Truth Teller and I know it hurt
I'm addressing whoever it may concern
Scary times vision blurred tell the boys to say the word
Then shit bumpy like we hit a curb
Then it's one sided love but I made it work
You gotta pay for putting me through all this shit I ain't deserve
It's love then we fadeaway these are the games we play
Why would I save the day I'm the one who paved the way
I said I loved you then that's what I had to say
Last time didn't want revenge this time you gotta pay yeah
Young Q swear he still wear his heart on his sleeve
Back home they asking for war like we wear army fatigues
Look good on the internet but they not famous to me
I thought you knew better than to talk them numbers to me
My one in a day just made what you made in a week
Posted with so and so but they nameless to me
She was in the bed twisting angles for me
Now it's tough talk from the crowd I'm dead I'm asleep
Lotta high praise to guys that look average to me
Getting advice from fake hustlers my level is outta ya reach
Taking shit direct I bet I aim 'for I squeeze
Trigger happy pulling on anybody think they aiming for me
That was 2021 I did it for Kels never asked for a handout I did it myself
If we didn't last what I get outta life by wishing you well
Bare minimum girl no effort the bar is in hell
It's love then we fadeaway these are the games we play
Why would I save the day I'm the one who paved the way
I said I loved you then that's what I had to say
Last time didn't want revenge this time you gotta pay yeah
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Writer: Quentin Owens
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: FYM Q
Language: English
Length: 3:19
Written by: Quentin Owens

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