Lately
I been with it all if it's get low
If you hit my line, it's dead phone
Like a movie at 9, when the mall close
I choose from the rack, what's the look for
Take three steps back for couture
If you check my slang, let me check your watch
Man, I ain't gotta press for looks
When your phone gets quiet at night
The screen won't shine as bright
F5 for the same hotline,
Off mine imma charge plus tax
Everybody wants the world
But you piss on the earth, so you think you deserve
What you don't you a perp, hit five on the curb
Still clap in the church
Clap clap for the works
Get sentimental
What she on
Same thing he on
Might meet him, bet I believe em
You belong right here with him, I met widow
Collect small fiddles
Small acts in the parking lot
Too close, one round, bet it's on the spot
I maneuver around the block
Elevators all day up and down at night
Why am I obsessed with time
It's never helped me get where I belong
Equip the soul with my lighter then
Brand new folder closed then we all pretend
So, I don't feel no shame
Up in the cut so diamonds rough
Now there can't be a way
Speak my peace
Sit down and listen cause we're not the same
Who don't want to play in the paint
I don't have much to offer
But a really nice smile and wave
How to beat Lebron in a day
Looking out for these gold leaf pastures
Just catch my drift, not magic
No wands or wants all action
Tried to make your boy a captive, three square meals and a lab rat
How they think they read, like who wrote that, huh
Go and get my sword bring the hunts back
They just war on a Monday
How they think the road that we was going had a lot of lights yeah
Parachute for daily doubles trying to save my hideaway, hideaway
Writings give me no choice
I've been losing my voice
Tea been helping me avoid
The worst of my best days, through the cracks and bills
Up in my spine the chill
Just pen my family's will
I turn the whole show off
Doesn't take second to rearrange thoughts
Why am I obsessed with time
It's never helped me get where I belong
Equip the soul with my lighter then
Brand new folder closed then we all pretend
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Lately
I been with it all if it's get low
If you hit my line, it's dead phone
Like a movie at 9, when the mall close
I choose from the rack, what's the look for
Take three steps back for couture
If you check my slang, let me check your watch
Man, I ain't gotta press for looks
When your phone gets quiet at night
The screen won't shine as bright
F5 for the same hotline,
Off mine imma charge plus tax
Everybody wants the world
But you piss on the earth, so you think you deserve
What you don't you a perp, hit five on the curb
Still clap in the church
Clap clap for the works
Get sentimental
What she on
Same thing he on
Might meet him, bet I believe em
You belong right here with him, I met widow
Collect small fiddles
Small acts in the parking lot
Too close, one round, bet it's on the spot
I maneuver around the block
Elevators all day up and down at night
Why am I obsessed with time
It's never helped me get where I belong
Equip the soul with my lighter then
Brand new folder closed then we all pretend
So, I don't feel no shame
Up in the cut so diamonds rough
Now there can't be a way
Speak my peace
Sit down and listen cause we're not the same
Who don't want to play in the paint
I don't have much to offer
But a really nice smile and wave
How to beat Lebron in a day
Looking out for these gold leaf pastures
Just catch my drift, not magic
No wands or wants all action
Tried to make your boy a captive, three square meals and a lab rat
How they think they read, like who wrote that, huh
Go and get my sword bring the hunts back
They just war on a Monday
How they think the road that we was going had a lot of lights yeah
Parachute for daily doubles trying to save my hideaway, hideaway
Writings give me no choice
I've been losing my voice
Tea been helping me avoid
The worst of my best days, through the cracks and bills
Up in my spine the chill
Just pen my family's will
I turn the whole show off
Doesn't take second to rearrange thoughts
Why am I obsessed with time
It's never helped me get where I belong
Equip the soul with my lighter then
Brand new folder closed then we all pretend
I been with it all if it's get low
If you hit my line, it's dead phone
Like a movie at 9, when the mall close
I choose from the rack, what's the look for
Take three steps back for couture
If you check my slang, let me check your watch
Man, I ain't gotta press for looks
When your phone gets quiet at night
The screen won't shine as bright
F5 for the same hotline,
Off mine imma charge plus tax
Everybody wants the world
But you piss on the earth, so you think you deserve
What you don't you a perp, hit five on the curb
Still clap in the church
Clap clap for the works
Get sentimental
What she on
Same thing he on
Might meet him, bet I believe em
You belong right here with him, I met widow
Collect small fiddles
Small acts in the parking lot
Too close, one round, bet it's on the spot
I maneuver around the block
Elevators all day up and down at night
Why am I obsessed with time
It's never helped me get where I belong
Equip the soul with my lighter then
Brand new folder closed then we all pretend
So, I don't feel no shame
Up in the cut so diamonds rough
Now there can't be a way
Speak my peace
Sit down and listen cause we're not the same
Who don't want to play in the paint
I don't have much to offer
But a really nice smile and wave
How to beat Lebron in a day
Looking out for these gold leaf pastures
Just catch my drift, not magic
No wands or wants all action
Tried to make your boy a captive, three square meals and a lab rat
How they think they read, like who wrote that, huh
Go and get my sword bring the hunts back
They just war on a Monday
How they think the road that we was going had a lot of lights yeah
Parachute for daily doubles trying to save my hideaway, hideaway
Writings give me no choice
I've been losing my voice
Tea been helping me avoid
The worst of my best days, through the cracks and bills
Up in my spine the chill
Just pen my family's will
I turn the whole show off
Doesn't take second to rearrange thoughts
Why am I obsessed with time
It's never helped me get where I belong
Equip the soul with my lighter then
Brand new folder closed then we all pretend
Writer: Jody Jones II
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid