*Takes Xans Once*
What I want, aye
What I, what I want, aye yeah
Pros and cons, you took me out of writer's block, aye yeah
What I want, aye
What I, what I want, aye yeah
Pros and cons, you took me out of writer's block, aye yeah
Guess I just became more formulaic over time, yeah
Guessing it's gotta be subliminal to be sublime, yeah
But I really miss you
Keeping thoughts to myself my biggest blessing and issue
Sorry I can't say this shit to your face but a verbal commitment distance you
I know
Usually I'm not the jealous type
Think that's like half the reason that you're into me
Your sugar daddy so redefined and I had sex with two dime pieces since you leave
Still I facetime you before I sleep
Wonder how long of a habit that you can keep
I've known you less than a month so I really don't even know your habits
Running on sleep deprivation, a xanax, and all of my sadness
This like the first night I've spent alone in like a month and a half bitch
And I just wanna hear your voice
Know your chemistry with him is average
Been in this situation before
You gon distance yourself, it just happens
What I want, aye
What I, what I want, aye yeah
Pros and cons, you took me out of writer's block, aye yeah
What I want, aye
What I, what I want, aye yeah
Pros and cons, you took me out of writer's block, aye yeah
Shit get depressing when you start to think bout it
I barely dream, but when I dream, I dream bout you
Put all the pieces together, Exodia, yeah
Numbing myself, smoking dope just to cope
In copious amounts, rolling up cornucopias
Relatives asking me "Tiene una novia?"
No
I just got one that I think about miles away
Not sure how she feel but memories blur every day
I know how shit goes I've been through it all before
Wish there was never a flight that you had to board
Every other bitch I hit up they got me bored
What I want, aye
What I, what I want, aye yeah
Pros and cons, you took me out of writer's block, aye yeah
What I want, aye
What I, what I want, aye yeah
Pros and cons, you took me out of writer's block, aye yeah
Shit get depressing when you start to think bout it
I barely dream, but when I dream, I dream bout you
Put all the pieces together, Exodia, yeah
Numbing myself, smoking dope just to cope
In copious amounts, rolling up cornucopias
Relatives asking me "Tiene una novia?"
No
What I, what I want, aye yeah
Pros and cons, you took me out of writer's block, aye yeah
What I want, aye
What I, what I want, aye yeah
Pros and cons, you took me out of writer's block, aye yeah
Guess I just became more formulaic over time, yeah
Guessing it's gotta be subliminal to be sublime, yeah
But I really miss you
Keeping thoughts to myself my biggest blessing and issue
Sorry I can't say this shit to your face but a verbal commitment distance you
I know
Usually I'm not the jealous type
Think that's like half the reason that you're into me
Your sugar daddy so redefined and I had sex with two dime pieces since you leave
Still I facetime you before I sleep
Wonder how long of a habit that you can keep
I've known you less than a month so I really don't even know your habits
Running on sleep deprivation, a xanax, and all of my sadness
This like the first night I've spent alone in like a month and a half bitch
And I just wanna hear your voice
Know your chemistry with him is average
Been in this situation before
You gon distance yourself, it just happens
What I want, aye
What I, what I want, aye yeah
Pros and cons, you took me out of writer's block, aye yeah
What I want, aye
What I, what I want, aye yeah
Pros and cons, you took me out of writer's block, aye yeah
Shit get depressing when you start to think bout it
I barely dream, but when I dream, I dream bout you
Put all the pieces together, Exodia, yeah
Numbing myself, smoking dope just to cope
In copious amounts, rolling up cornucopias
Relatives asking me "Tiene una novia?"
No
I just got one that I think about miles away
Not sure how she feel but memories blur every day
I know how shit goes I've been through it all before
Wish there was never a flight that you had to board
Every other bitch I hit up they got me bored
What I want, aye
What I, what I want, aye yeah
Pros and cons, you took me out of writer's block, aye yeah
What I want, aye
What I, what I want, aye yeah
Pros and cons, you took me out of writer's block, aye yeah
Shit get depressing when you start to think bout it
I barely dream, but when I dream, I dream bout you
Put all the pieces together, Exodia, yeah
Numbing myself, smoking dope just to cope
In copious amounts, rolling up cornucopias
Relatives asking me "Tiene una novia?"
No
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Writer(s): Jordan Abramowitz
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