Manny Mercury - Crackula Lyrics

I got time
Let me know
Let me know
Let me know

I got time
Let me know
Open wine
Catch a flow
Designer my hoes, yeah, that's mismatched
Designer my post, yeah, that's intent
I am not around for you
I used to stay down for you
Now I'm comin' up (Yeah)
I look like a clown to you
And you got no sense of humor
Or at least I can't relate
My new bitch like Amy Schumer
My new bitch ain't tryna date
Cover my six (Yeah)
She wanna suck on my kiss (Yeah)
Beating the horse, but the shit's dead
Eating the corpse, so her lips red
Two feet off the ground
Both hands in the air
Head in the clouds
Ten niggas stare

I ain't ever ask, "can niggas care?"
Talking out they ass, why you niggas here?
She said she tryn f*ck 'cause she like my beard
She try me, her luck getting pressed, kinda weird
She got drinks, what kinda liq, kinda beer
She tryn think (Yeah) she tryn link here
Phone a friend
She call up a chickenhead, I got the hen
She thought this was written, I ain't got no pen
She gon think I'm chillin' 'cause I'm kinda zen
She got penicillin, don't know why, but

I got time
Let me know
Open wine
Catch a flow
Designer my hoes, yeah, that's mismatched
Designer my post, yeah, that's intent
I am not around for you
I used to stay down for you
Now I'm comin' up (Yeah)
I look like a clown to you
And you got no sense of humor
Or at least I can't relate
My new bitch like Amy Schumer
My new bitch ain't tryna date

They don't see no commas in my pockets, they like what
The f*ck you be doing, nigga, you ain't doin' nothin'
That's just what you see, and that ain't enough
If that make you leave, clearly you got stuff to work on with yourself
I can give you space, or I can give you hell
Stuck on you like paste, and I think you can tell
Just in case, if I fail
I sent my face in the mail
That's a keepsake
You just won a sweepstakes
My momma always tell me eat a cheesesteak
I'm always on my grind, but now at least

I got time
Let me know
Open wine
Catch a flow
Designer my hoes, yeah, that's mismatched
Designer my post, yeah, that's intent
I am not around for you
I used to stay down for you
Now I'm comin' up (Yeah)
I look like a clown to you
And you got no sense of humor
Or at least I can't relate
My new bitch like Amy Schumer
My new bitch ain't tryna date
Cover my six (Yeah)
She wanna suck on my kiss (Yeah)
Beating the horse, but the shit's dead
Eating the corpse, so her lips red
Two feet off the ground
Both hands in the air
Head in the clouds
Ten niggas stare