Black Coffee
Everything you saying gets muffled
Its just so loud in here and while we lay in this puddle, I'm thinking about this year
And if it's worth letting go, or if this cloud's sincere
I don't know, the crystal ball is looking hazy, It's 2014, where's the song for the ladies
Sticky finger attitude, it all doesn't phase me
Taking sweet tarts from the palms of the babies
Old-soul toking, like I's born in the eighties
She wanna wear Versace, while she crawl in Mercedes
Sub still jumping, bumping Brenda's got a baby
She got a boyfriend, even though he kinda shady
I never been the type to interrupt a dinner fight
Sittin' in my corner blowing doja, sipping Sprite
I don't want her at my crib, I just want her for the night
I been staring at these numbers, number crunchin' out of sight
I tell her
Everything you saying gets muffled
Its just so loud in here
I think of other women when I fuck you
It makes me wonder how we're here, so let's talk
I'm talking to the shadows
Haven't slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch the door
And in between I drink
Black Coffee
Loves a hand-me-down brew
In this weekday ruse
When all I do is pour
Black Coffee
Everything you saying gets muffled
So what about this fear
I'm sick of chasing completion, I feel like Satan's been reaching
I feel his hands on the ankles pulling down, it's clear: I gotta bounce
This spots no good for me
Full of fake smiles, riddled dots on their crooked teeth
A little ace rock, mixed with Blocka by Pusha T
Crawl from cave rocks, appalled by wave stock, It's all props
Stay smooth, like its wood tip
Coffee beans black, how much blacker it could get?
Like it fucking matters, they ain't tracking my foot prints
Bank bag packing paint splattered on crook stints
Everything you saying gets muffled
Its just so loud in here
I think I'm trying to tell you that I love you
But I doubt you'll hear, so let's talk
Over Black Coffee
Over Black Coffee
Over Black Coffee
Yeah
I'm talking to the shadows
Haven't slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch the door
And in between I drink
Black Coffee
Loves a hand-me-down brew
In this weekday ruse
When all I do is pour
Black Coffee
Its just so loud in here and while we lay in this puddle, I'm thinking about this year
And if it's worth letting go, or if this cloud's sincere
I don't know, the crystal ball is looking hazy, It's 2014, where's the song for the ladies
Sticky finger attitude, it all doesn't phase me
Taking sweet tarts from the palms of the babies
Old-soul toking, like I's born in the eighties
She wanna wear Versace, while she crawl in Mercedes
Sub still jumping, bumping Brenda's got a baby
She got a boyfriend, even though he kinda shady
I never been the type to interrupt a dinner fight
Sittin' in my corner blowing doja, sipping Sprite
I don't want her at my crib, I just want her for the night
I been staring at these numbers, number crunchin' out of sight
I tell her
Everything you saying gets muffled
Its just so loud in here
I think of other women when I fuck you
It makes me wonder how we're here, so let's talk
I'm talking to the shadows
Haven't slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch the door
And in between I drink
Black Coffee
Loves a hand-me-down brew
In this weekday ruse
When all I do is pour
Black Coffee
Everything you saying gets muffled
So what about this fear
I'm sick of chasing completion, I feel like Satan's been reaching
I feel his hands on the ankles pulling down, it's clear: I gotta bounce
This spots no good for me
Full of fake smiles, riddled dots on their crooked teeth
A little ace rock, mixed with Blocka by Pusha T
Crawl from cave rocks, appalled by wave stock, It's all props
Stay smooth, like its wood tip
Coffee beans black, how much blacker it could get?
Like it fucking matters, they ain't tracking my foot prints
Bank bag packing paint splattered on crook stints
Everything you saying gets muffled
Its just so loud in here
I think I'm trying to tell you that I love you
But I doubt you'll hear, so let's talk
Over Black Coffee
Over Black Coffee
Over Black Coffee
Yeah
I'm talking to the shadows
Haven't slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch the door
And in between I drink
Black Coffee
Loves a hand-me-down brew
In this weekday ruse
When all I do is pour
Black Coffee
Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Dennis Billy Nettles Jr
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