Karma

I should've saw this one coming
Living inside of my head
Living inside my head yeah
Trapped and I'm tryna get out
Look what you did to me now

Say you got time on your hands
I ain't got time for shit
Baby boy hugging the road again
I'm back on my grind and shit
Why do you type and delete
What is you hiding from me
Losing my mind and shit
Feel like I'm high as shit
Living inside of my head
Living inside my head yeah
Trapped and I'm tryna get out
Look what you did to me now, yeah

Just take a look at me now
I'm trapping, I'm thinking aloud
I know you hurting inside 'cause a nigga just made shawty proud
Hope you get better with time
Right now ain't no way that I'm making you mine
I know you dying inside you staying alive by sipping the pain yeah
You looking for change
I'm staying the same
I'm making it rain yeah
You stay on the line
You timing a nigga every time I reply
Never go over you over time so I can deal with a lie

Living inside of my head, living inside my head yeah
Trapped and I'm tryna get out, look what you did to me now
No, I should've saw this one coming
Yeah
I should've saw this one coming

You ain't got timing baby and I know you're tryna be positive
Losing my mind and shit
Show me how you feeling stop hiding it
Tryna get high as shit and fuck
I ain't with the politics
Telling you what I'm about
How do you look at me now
Living inside of your head
Living inside your head yeah
Trapped and you tryna get out
Look what I did to you now

Damn, why all the drama
Why all the drama, why
Why we gotta this right here
Why we gotta do this now
You could be anywhere in the world
But you're in your own head
I'm done with all the drama
I don't wanna do this anymore I just

I never thought I would be here again
I thought you loved me all you do is pretend

Pull up on me baby girl, I'm ready
Love TKO like Teddy
Knew you had a thing with him you said he's just a friend though
Telling me you love me but you lying to your friends though
Woah
Pockets
You just tryna get in my pockets
Baby girl stop it
I know other niggas won't stop you
But who is you fucking
Baby girl, who is you fucking
I gotta know something
I know that they got you on budget

Yeah yeah yeah
Gotta tell me what you want girl yeah
Gotta tell me what you need yeah yeah
I wanna know ah ah
I wanna know ah ah
Gotta tell me what you want girl yeah
Gotta tell me what you need yeah yeah
I wanna know ah ah
I wanna know ah ah

Niggas take more for the pussy these days
Niggas take more for the pussy these days
I swear I swear I swear
Love T.K.O like Teddy
Got one got two got many
Niggas take more for the pussy these days
Niggas take more for the pussy these days
I swear I swear I swear
Love T.K.O like Teddy
Got one got two got many
Got three got four got plenty



Credits
Writer(s): George Steffan Gresley Smith, Blake Edward Richardson, Reece Jamie Bibby
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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