Jerry, it's your house. Whatever you say it is, is how it is, but I think a blind man can see that Beth is looking for the door
I barely have a reason to care, and even I notice
I've been stuck on you. I've been falling in love with the thought of you
Ain't no contemplating
You the girl I want, ain't no debating
Sick of masturbating
You got a shirt that says you a masturbator
I don't wanna fall for the bait
I don't wanna find out if my love fake
You my sense and my pride
You the shit that makes me smile sometimes
We ain't even kiss FaceTime
Call you every now and then
Every time I do, I feel like him
Feel like butterflies in my stomach filled to the brim
F*ck what I said
Past is the present, and I'm living all alone without you in my sentence
I'm bout' that real shit
Cop a bitch a new teal skirt
Long nose, but I'm still a real kid
Real kid who still feel shit
Robots cannot feel shit
You messing with the thermostat?
When you in the room, it's hot as f*ck, and the sun ain't come, yo, I did
Edgy on the track, nah, not when we in person
When you not looking my way, girl, deep inside, know I'm hurting
I don't wanna fall for a fake I just wanna know if my love real, and it's not fake
Throwing hands, not for debate
Fighting for the fun of it
I'm a dumb kid who just need loving
Loving from a person who could feel shit
Not no homie constantly commenting
Yo, that's real shit
I need help, Real shit
I need people to deal with
I need someone I can trust who can back me up when I feel shit
Not no f*cking fan of me
I'm glad y'all f*cking fans of me
When we in the halls, you passing me
You ducking, I feel like you f*cking with me
When I'm gonna make that move?
I don't know, bitch, just move
I don't need auto-tune. When I'm in the room, I bring the flame
Smoking that Persian fume
Cuban cigarette and my bitch so high
Say she reeling she could see the light
I had days and darkest nights
This my crazy state of mind
Dropping pieces like Mozart
My ego on top now
All my old friends a part of me
Sorry, I can't be held down
Me, myself, and I
Locked in a room, trying to pick the pieces up
Writing my bars, I'm cheesing, bruh
Finna drop heat for the season, yuh
Why you booing me? I'm right
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Jerry, it's your house. Whatever you say it is, is how it is, but I think a blind man can see that Beth is looking for the door
I barely have a reason to care, and even I notice
I've been stuck on you. I've been falling in love with the thought of you
Ain't no contemplating
You the girl I want, ain't no debating
Sick of masturbating
You got a shirt that says you a masturbator
I don't wanna fall for the bait
I don't wanna find out if my love fake
You my sense and my pride
You the shit that makes me smile sometimes
We ain't even kiss FaceTime
Call you every now and then
Every time I do, I feel like him
Feel like butterflies in my stomach filled to the brim
F*ck what I said
Past is the present, and I'm living all alone without you in my sentence
I'm bout' that real shit
Cop a bitch a new teal skirt
Long nose, but I'm still a real kid
Real kid who still feel shit
Robots cannot feel shit
You messing with the thermostat?
When you in the room, it's hot as f*ck, and the sun ain't come, yo, I did
Edgy on the track, nah, not when we in person
When you not looking my way, girl, deep inside, know I'm hurting
I don't wanna fall for a fake I just wanna know if my love real, and it's not fake
Throwing hands, not for debate
Fighting for the fun of it
I'm a dumb kid who just need loving
Loving from a person who could feel shit
Not no homie constantly commenting
Yo, that's real shit
I need help, Real shit
I need people to deal with
I need someone I can trust who can back me up when I feel shit
Not no f*cking fan of me
I'm glad y'all f*cking fans of me
When we in the halls, you passing me
You ducking, I feel like you f*cking with me
When I'm gonna make that move?
I don't know, bitch, just move
I don't need auto-tune. When I'm in the room, I bring the flame
Smoking that Persian fume
Cuban cigarette and my bitch so high
Say she reeling she could see the light
I had days and darkest nights
This my crazy state of mind
Dropping pieces like Mozart
My ego on top now
All my old friends a part of me
Sorry, I can't be held down
Me, myself, and I
Locked in a room, trying to pick the pieces up
Writing my bars, I'm cheesing, bruh
Finna drop heat for the season, yuh
Why you booing me? I'm right
I barely have a reason to care, and even I notice
I've been stuck on you. I've been falling in love with the thought of you
Ain't no contemplating
You the girl I want, ain't no debating
Sick of masturbating
You got a shirt that says you a masturbator
I don't wanna fall for the bait
I don't wanna find out if my love fake
You my sense and my pride
You the shit that makes me smile sometimes
We ain't even kiss FaceTime
Call you every now and then
Every time I do, I feel like him
Feel like butterflies in my stomach filled to the brim
F*ck what I said
Past is the present, and I'm living all alone without you in my sentence
I'm bout' that real shit
Cop a bitch a new teal skirt
Long nose, but I'm still a real kid
Real kid who still feel shit
Robots cannot feel shit
You messing with the thermostat?
When you in the room, it's hot as f*ck, and the sun ain't come, yo, I did
Edgy on the track, nah, not when we in person
When you not looking my way, girl, deep inside, know I'm hurting
I don't wanna fall for a fake I just wanna know if my love real, and it's not fake
Throwing hands, not for debate
Fighting for the fun of it
I'm a dumb kid who just need loving
Loving from a person who could feel shit
Not no homie constantly commenting
Yo, that's real shit
I need help, Real shit
I need people to deal with
I need someone I can trust who can back me up when I feel shit
Not no f*cking fan of me
I'm glad y'all f*cking fans of me
When we in the halls, you passing me
You ducking, I feel like you f*cking with me
When I'm gonna make that move?
I don't know, bitch, just move
I don't need auto-tune. When I'm in the room, I bring the flame
Smoking that Persian fume
Cuban cigarette and my bitch so high
Say she reeling she could see the light
I had days and darkest nights
This my crazy state of mind
Dropping pieces like Mozart
My ego on top now
All my old friends a part of me
Sorry, I can't be held down
Me, myself, and I
Locked in a room, trying to pick the pieces up
Writing my bars, I'm cheesing, bruh
Finna drop heat for the season, yuh
Why you booing me? I'm right
Writer: Alejandro Reyes
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid