She in her mood not perfect timing, Look at my wrist I bet it be shining
Look at my phone I better decline it, Look at the dash I ran up the mileage
Open her hands It's a blunt of exotic, Talking about love Let's stay off the topic
Stay off the topic, she giving me sloppy, I'm feelin' melodic, I may create a song
Oversize jeans she wearin' a thong, Glad her heart made of chrome
Is her heart right or wrong, too hard just to leave her alone
I ran up the mileage, yeah didn't know she didn't go to college
With my niggas, you know that we wildin' Put that shit on, she like how I'm stylin
They copy my way, so I had to reroute it I record when I f*ckin' rewind it
I'm that nigga's shit, must I remind you? Nobody do it like I do
Yeah, call me my baby Still can't believe that I made you my baby
Yeah, I've been missin' you lately When I'm without you, I go crazy
Uh-uh, chrome heart lenses, bitch, I'm faded My pockets full, that shit feel jaded
Look at my mama and tell her I made it Mama, I made it
She in her mood not perfect timing, Look at my wrist I bet it be shining
Look at my phone I better decline it, Look at the dash I ran up the mileage
Open her hands It's a blunt of exotic, Talking about love Let's stay off the topic
Stay off the topic she giving me sloppy, I'm feelin' melodic, I may create a song
Oversize jeans she wearin' a thong, Glad her heart made of chrome
Is her heart right or wrong, too hard just to leave her alone
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She in her mood not perfect timing, Look at my wrist I bet it be shining
Look at my phone I better decline it, Look at the dash I ran up the mileage
Open her hands It's a blunt of exotic, Talking about love Let's stay off the topic
Stay off the topic, she giving me sloppy, I'm feelin' melodic, I may create a song
Oversize jeans she wearin' a thong, Glad her heart made of chrome
Is her heart right or wrong, too hard just to leave her alone
I ran up the mileage, yeah didn't know she didn't go to college
With my niggas, you know that we wildin' Put that shit on, she like how I'm stylin
They copy my way, so I had to reroute it I record when I f*ckin' rewind it
I'm that nigga's shit, must I remind you? Nobody do it like I do
Yeah, call me my baby Still can't believe that I made you my baby
Yeah, I've been missin' you lately When I'm without you, I go crazy
Uh-uh, chrome heart lenses, bitch, I'm faded My pockets full, that shit feel jaded
Look at my mama and tell her I made it Mama, I made it
She in her mood not perfect timing, Look at my wrist I bet it be shining
Look at my phone I better decline it, Look at the dash I ran up the mileage
Open her hands It's a blunt of exotic, Talking about love Let's stay off the topic
Stay off the topic she giving me sloppy, I'm feelin' melodic, I may create a song
Oversize jeans she wearin' a thong, Glad her heart made of chrome
Is her heart right or wrong, too hard just to leave her alone
Look at my phone I better decline it, Look at the dash I ran up the mileage
Open her hands It's a blunt of exotic, Talking about love Let's stay off the topic
Stay off the topic, she giving me sloppy, I'm feelin' melodic, I may create a song
Oversize jeans she wearin' a thong, Glad her heart made of chrome
Is her heart right or wrong, too hard just to leave her alone
I ran up the mileage, yeah didn't know she didn't go to college
With my niggas, you know that we wildin' Put that shit on, she like how I'm stylin
They copy my way, so I had to reroute it I record when I f*ckin' rewind it
I'm that nigga's shit, must I remind you? Nobody do it like I do
Yeah, call me my baby Still can't believe that I made you my baby
Yeah, I've been missin' you lately When I'm without you, I go crazy
Uh-uh, chrome heart lenses, bitch, I'm faded My pockets full, that shit feel jaded
Look at my mama and tell her I made it Mama, I made it
She in her mood not perfect timing, Look at my wrist I bet it be shining
Look at my phone I better decline it, Look at the dash I ran up the mileage
Open her hands It's a blunt of exotic, Talking about love Let's stay off the topic
Stay off the topic she giving me sloppy, I'm feelin' melodic, I may create a song
Oversize jeans she wearin' a thong, Glad her heart made of chrome
Is her heart right or wrong, too hard just to leave her alone
Writer: Paul Thomas, Andreas Murphy
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