I ain't tryna vibe with you, baby girl I ain't tryna tell you lies You been showin' signs to me, baby girl And I ain't tryna waste no time I understand you want, what you want bad High class 'cause you all that Want a nigga who can ball out But imagine if it fall back? Imagine I was dead, dead broke All the money and fame wasn't there Imagine if it all went left Tell me, girl, would you still be here? It's sad but we both know the truth If this ain't real, baby swear Tired of guessin' and stressin' and questionin' love I guess it's best I disappear
Won't judge Why don't you just tell me what's up? I don't think you know how to love-ovе This shit ain't no regular love, regular lovе, regular love
Somethin' different 'bout you girl and I like that You make my stomach curl, I can't fight that It's deeper than "My girl" 'cause you waste that Can't nobody pipe that I wanna know that if it go down, you gon' still ride I told you, "I just want the truth, " and girl, you still lied I kept my feelings in, but don't think I ain't realized My guys told me I should spin and I still tried (Still tried) I know you finna try and say I'm fucked up (MM) Girl, you don't realize you lucked up Young nigga too real, got my bucks up I think it was better, girl, for real when we just fucked And keep it honest, keep it real, can you feel that? And if you just wanna be a kill, I could kneel back And I can't waste no more time with you, old girl Love you but you toxic for my mind, this shit feel whack
Won't judge Why don't you just tell me what's up? I don't think you know how to love-ove This shit ain't no regular love, regular love, regular love
Over again, oh I can't believe that we had to call it over again, baby You don't know me, and I don't know you
Compositores: Clark Wynford Dachtler (PRS), Corey Fox-fardell (PRS), Sondre Alvestad (Sonny Alven) (TONO)Publicado em 2021 (11/Mar) e lançado em 1921 (10/Jan)ECAD verificado obra #40062457 e fonograma #26254099 em 24/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM