Trippin on ya fall, I got lost, but I found my way
Started moving different
Couldn't see you from a mile away
Start ya grooves you dissing
"F*ck this nigga!"
Oh that's how you play?
Victim playing stupid don't get mad for what I'm bout to say
At first we coolin chillin
Honeymooning just bout every day
Loving on you Cupid shot me triple 7s angel things
Clueless I'm ignoring all the flags that's being thrown at me
Foul me do me dirty play me like a tiny violin
Counting on you trust ya
These games like betting live parleys
Trying not to judge you
But the ways you moving troubling
Stopped being under cover
Comfort her every time we lay
Bottles in the cupboard
Emptied out sippin' on Bombay
Saying that you love me
But chose everybody but me
Listening to others not caring about the things I say
Sorry bout ya trauma come on what's that have to do with me
Wonder if ya mama would support the way her flower sings
Trippin on ya fall, I got lost, but I found my way
Started moving different
Couldn't see you from a mile away
Start ya grooves you dissing
"F*ck this nigga!"
Oh that's how you play?
Victim playing stupid don't get mad for what I'm bout to say
Almost had my seed
Thank god it aborted
Papa got degrees
Mami just got associates
Likes to sit on knees
Complain about some old shit
Lie right through her teeth
F*ck your feeling this is horse shit
Paying for mistakes from her people and her old fling
Putting in the work late night on the phone shit
Try to make it work but you healing from your old thing
Crying on the phone and you accusing me so falsely
Abusing me so often
Treat me like an option
He calls you on your phone you pick up while we recording
It's not my fault no more
Did my best and went beyond it
I ain't writtting you no more
Ripped the letters and I tossed it
Trippin on ya fall, I got lost, but I found my way
Started moving different
Couldn't see you from a mile away
Start ya grooves you dissing
"F*ck this nigga!"
Oh that's how you play?
Victim playing stupid don't get mad for what I'm bout to say
Sol Miranda - Sweetheart Lyrics
Sol Miranda - Sweetheart Lyrics
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Trippin on ya fall, I got lost, but I found my way
Started moving different
Couldn't see you from a mile away
Start ya grooves you dissing
"F*ck this nigga!"
Oh that's how you play?
Victim playing stupid don't get mad for what I'm bout to say
At first we coolin chillin
Honeymooning just bout every day
Loving on you Cupid shot me triple 7s angel things
Clueless I'm ignoring all the flags that's being thrown at me
Foul me do me dirty play me like a tiny violin
Counting on you trust ya
These games like betting live parleys
Trying not to judge you
But the ways you moving troubling
Stopped being under cover
Comfort her every time we lay
Bottles in the cupboard
Emptied out sippin' on Bombay
Saying that you love me
But chose everybody but me
Listening to others not caring about the things I say
Sorry bout ya trauma come on what's that have to do with me
Wonder if ya mama would support the way her flower sings
Trippin on ya fall, I got lost, but I found my way
Started moving different
Couldn't see you from a mile away
Start ya grooves you dissing
"F*ck this nigga!"
Oh that's how you play?
Victim playing stupid don't get mad for what I'm bout to say
Almost had my seed
Thank god it aborted
Papa got degrees
Mami just got associates
Likes to sit on knees
Complain about some old shit
Lie right through her teeth
F*ck your feeling this is horse shit
Paying for mistakes from her people and her old fling
Putting in the work late night on the phone shit
Try to make it work but you healing from your old thing
Crying on the phone and you accusing me so falsely
Abusing me so often
Treat me like an option
He calls you on your phone you pick up while we recording
It's not my fault no more
Did my best and went beyond it
I ain't writtting you no more
Ripped the letters and I tossed it
Trippin on ya fall, I got lost, but I found my way
Started moving different
Couldn't see you from a mile away
Start ya grooves you dissing
"F*ck this nigga!"
Oh that's how you play?
Victim playing stupid don't get mad for what I'm bout to say
Started moving different
Couldn't see you from a mile away
Start ya grooves you dissing
"F*ck this nigga!"
Oh that's how you play?
Victim playing stupid don't get mad for what I'm bout to say
At first we coolin chillin
Honeymooning just bout every day
Loving on you Cupid shot me triple 7s angel things
Clueless I'm ignoring all the flags that's being thrown at me
Foul me do me dirty play me like a tiny violin
Counting on you trust ya
These games like betting live parleys
Trying not to judge you
But the ways you moving troubling
Stopped being under cover
Comfort her every time we lay
Bottles in the cupboard
Emptied out sippin' on Bombay
Saying that you love me
But chose everybody but me
Listening to others not caring about the things I say
Sorry bout ya trauma come on what's that have to do with me
Wonder if ya mama would support the way her flower sings
Trippin on ya fall, I got lost, but I found my way
Started moving different
Couldn't see you from a mile away
Start ya grooves you dissing
"F*ck this nigga!"
Oh that's how you play?
Victim playing stupid don't get mad for what I'm bout to say
Almost had my seed
Thank god it aborted
Papa got degrees
Mami just got associates
Likes to sit on knees
Complain about some old shit
Lie right through her teeth
F*ck your feeling this is horse shit
Paying for mistakes from her people and her old fling
Putting in the work late night on the phone shit
Try to make it work but you healing from your old thing
Crying on the phone and you accusing me so falsely
Abusing me so often
Treat me like an option
He calls you on your phone you pick up while we recording
It's not my fault no more
Did my best and went beyond it
I ain't writtting you no more
Ripped the letters and I tossed it
Trippin on ya fall, I got lost, but I found my way
Started moving different
Couldn't see you from a mile away
Start ya grooves you dissing
"F*ck this nigga!"
Oh that's how you play?
Victim playing stupid don't get mad for what I'm bout to say
Writer: Peter Miranda
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid