Sky same color lavender
As the pillow I just f*cked her on
Rags to riches rag and bone
This is ain't a f*cking sing along
Meet me at the garden
Catch you 30 past 10
Never asked for you to love me
Only asked for a friend
But we both know how it ends
Falling a little deeper
She hit me up on the beeper
I'm freezing breaking a fever
She sitting next to the speaker
And wondering when I'll leave her
But I ain't got shit planned out
Talking to my fans now
Walkers wood Jamaican jerk
The block just had a cookout
I got girls that just don't like me
I got homies that won't hype me up
Type of shit that just don't bother me
Do some yoga
Make some pottery
Had to hit the robbery
Property Of scholarly
Left that bitch on read
Rojo
Spitting like a cobra
Bought every gallery in soho
Just to shut that shit down
Make a front for the pounds
Trash the house and bounce
Make a couple business moves
Right off the Mac
Misery loves company
She humming like a bumblebee
Told me meet the family
They all driving camerys
We could fly to Tuscany
Trumpets for the symphony
She started acting differently
Tripping Seeing it vividly
Holy cross like the trinity
Chivalry ain't dead
We still going to bed
Still going to bat
Knock it over the fences
Out the f*cking park
Don't forget hit the start
Don't forget to hit the ay
Triple digits on the dash
She like it when we going fast
Moving it like them packs
Ain't no Rodgers
Hello Mr Kenny
Make me miss you
Type of nights
That always got the friendly white
Reece Geller & Eric Diamond - Think It Over Lyrics
Reece Geller & Eric Diamond - Think It Over Lyrics
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Sky same color lavender
As the pillow I just f*cked her on
Rags to riches rag and bone
This is ain't a f*cking sing along
Meet me at the garden
Catch you 30 past 10
Never asked for you to love me
Only asked for a friend
But we both know how it ends
Falling a little deeper
She hit me up on the beeper
I'm freezing breaking a fever
She sitting next to the speaker
And wondering when I'll leave her
But I ain't got shit planned out
Talking to my fans now
Walkers wood Jamaican jerk
The block just had a cookout
I got girls that just don't like me
I got homies that won't hype me up
Type of shit that just don't bother me
Do some yoga
Make some pottery
Had to hit the robbery
Property Of scholarly
Left that bitch on read
Rojo
Spitting like a cobra
Bought every gallery in soho
Just to shut that shit down
Make a front for the pounds
Trash the house and bounce
Make a couple business moves
Right off the Mac
Misery loves company
She humming like a bumblebee
Told me meet the family
They all driving camerys
We could fly to Tuscany
Trumpets for the symphony
She started acting differently
Tripping Seeing it vividly
Holy cross like the trinity
Chivalry ain't dead
We still going to bed
Still going to bat
Knock it over the fences
Out the f*cking park
Don't forget hit the start
Don't forget to hit the ay
Triple digits on the dash
She like it when we going fast
Moving it like them packs
Ain't no Rodgers
Hello Mr Kenny
Make me miss you
Type of nights
That always got the friendly white
As the pillow I just f*cked her on
Rags to riches rag and bone
This is ain't a f*cking sing along
Meet me at the garden
Catch you 30 past 10
Never asked for you to love me
Only asked for a friend
But we both know how it ends
Falling a little deeper
She hit me up on the beeper
I'm freezing breaking a fever
She sitting next to the speaker
And wondering when I'll leave her
But I ain't got shit planned out
Talking to my fans now
Walkers wood Jamaican jerk
The block just had a cookout
I got girls that just don't like me
I got homies that won't hype me up
Type of shit that just don't bother me
Do some yoga
Make some pottery
Had to hit the robbery
Property Of scholarly
Left that bitch on read
Rojo
Spitting like a cobra
Bought every gallery in soho
Just to shut that shit down
Make a front for the pounds
Trash the house and bounce
Make a couple business moves
Right off the Mac
Misery loves company
She humming like a bumblebee
Told me meet the family
They all driving camerys
We could fly to Tuscany
Trumpets for the symphony
She started acting differently
Tripping Seeing it vividly
Holy cross like the trinity
Chivalry ain't dead
We still going to bed
Still going to bat
Knock it over the fences
Out the f*cking park
Don't forget hit the start
Don't forget to hit the ay
Triple digits on the dash
She like it when we going fast
Moving it like them packs
Ain't no Rodgers
Hello Mr Kenny
Make me miss you
Type of nights
That always got the friendly white
Writer: Reece Geller
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