Get in my mode, I pop my perk
Feel like I can't quit this syrup
Why the f*ck I'm always going through some shit? I'm f*cking cursed
Sometimes I don't even wanna rap, like f*ck this shit, I'd rather trap
I put some money on your head and leave your brains all on your lap (all on ya' lap bitch)
Why every time you mad, you bringing up my past
I wish I never met you in the first place
I thought that you would be here on my worst days
She said that she f*ck with me the long way (long way, hey)
She want me to sing to her, no, I ain't rod wave (yeah)
They see that my style newer, now they wanna ride the wave
Baby girl, tell me wassup with you
I always kept it one hundred with you
When I feel lonely, I call on your phone
When you don't answer, I pop me a blue (pop me a perc')
I know she mad I be up in these streets, I done left my heart in the booth
But, you ain't gotta f*ck with me at all
Why they mad at me, I don't even wanna talk
Why they mad at me, I don't like how I look, I don't like how I feel
Get in my mode, I pop my perk
Feel like I can't quit this syrup
Why the f*ck I'm always going through some shit? I'm f*cking cursed
Sometimes I don't even wanna rap, like f*ck this shit, I'd rather trap
I put some money on your head and leave your brains all on your lap (all on ya lap bitch)
Why every time you mad, you bringing up my past
I wish I never met you in the first place
I thought that you would be here on my worst days (on my worst day)
She said that she f*ck with me the long way (long way, hey)
She want me to sing to her, no, I ain't rod wave (no, I ain't Rod Wave, hey)
They see that my style newer, now they wanna ride the wave
Baby girl, tell me wassup with you
I always kept it one hundred with you
When I feel lonely, I call on your phone
When you don't answer, I pop me a blue (yeah)
Jimmy from Da Block - THE LONG WAY Lyrics
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Get in my mode, I pop my perk
Feel like I can't quit this syrup
Why the f*ck I'm always going through some shit? I'm f*cking cursed
Sometimes I don't even wanna rap, like f*ck this shit, I'd rather trap
I put some money on your head and leave your brains all on your lap (all on ya' lap bitch)
Why every time you mad, you bringing up my past
I wish I never met you in the first place
I thought that you would be here on my worst days
She said that she f*ck with me the long way (long way, hey)
She want me to sing to her, no, I ain't rod wave (yeah)
They see that my style newer, now they wanna ride the wave
Baby girl, tell me wassup with you
I always kept it one hundred with you
When I feel lonely, I call on your phone
When you don't answer, I pop me a blue (pop me a perc')
I know she mad I be up in these streets, I done left my heart in the booth
But, you ain't gotta f*ck with me at all
Why they mad at me, I don't even wanna talk
Why they mad at me, I don't like how I look, I don't like how I feel
Get in my mode, I pop my perk
Feel like I can't quit this syrup
Why the f*ck I'm always going through some shit? I'm f*cking cursed
Sometimes I don't even wanna rap, like f*ck this shit, I'd rather trap
I put some money on your head and leave your brains all on your lap (all on ya lap bitch)
Why every time you mad, you bringing up my past
I wish I never met you in the first place
I thought that you would be here on my worst days (on my worst day)
She said that she f*ck with me the long way (long way, hey)
She want me to sing to her, no, I ain't rod wave (no, I ain't Rod Wave, hey)
They see that my style newer, now they wanna ride the wave
Baby girl, tell me wassup with you
I always kept it one hundred with you
When I feel lonely, I call on your phone
When you don't answer, I pop me a blue (yeah)
Feel like I can't quit this syrup
Why the f*ck I'm always going through some shit? I'm f*cking cursed
Sometimes I don't even wanna rap, like f*ck this shit, I'd rather trap
I put some money on your head and leave your brains all on your lap (all on ya' lap bitch)
Why every time you mad, you bringing up my past
I wish I never met you in the first place
I thought that you would be here on my worst days
She said that she f*ck with me the long way (long way, hey)
She want me to sing to her, no, I ain't rod wave (yeah)
They see that my style newer, now they wanna ride the wave
Baby girl, tell me wassup with you
I always kept it one hundred with you
When I feel lonely, I call on your phone
When you don't answer, I pop me a blue (pop me a perc')
I know she mad I be up in these streets, I done left my heart in the booth
But, you ain't gotta f*ck with me at all
Why they mad at me, I don't even wanna talk
Why they mad at me, I don't like how I look, I don't like how I feel
Get in my mode, I pop my perk
Feel like I can't quit this syrup
Why the f*ck I'm always going through some shit? I'm f*cking cursed
Sometimes I don't even wanna rap, like f*ck this shit, I'd rather trap
I put some money on your head and leave your brains all on your lap (all on ya lap bitch)
Why every time you mad, you bringing up my past
I wish I never met you in the first place
I thought that you would be here on my worst days (on my worst day)
She said that she f*ck with me the long way (long way, hey)
She want me to sing to her, no, I ain't rod wave (no, I ain't Rod Wave, hey)
They see that my style newer, now they wanna ride the wave
Baby girl, tell me wassup with you
I always kept it one hundred with you
When I feel lonely, I call on your phone
When you don't answer, I pop me a blue (yeah)
Writer: Sebastian Perez
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