Tryna Getcha
Gimme orders, why the fuck u gotta be so vague
It's been a while since I was sober been a while since I obeyed
Lemme cop it, why u gotta hold it far away
We both know moment I am talking we both feeling shit the same
Then why u gotta be like actin like so hard to get
I hate it when u pull that shit that always makes me ask
What did I do wrong or have I been just so bad in fact
Silence waiting on us gotta start to chat
Awkward moments when I start to speak and u just can't stop flirt
I'm satisfied with how u look but let me make a bet
U gonna fuck and moan and smoke until u just regret
Cuz that's the way it goes when u don't speak up u never get
I tried to tell you earlier but I'm so doped
I know u thought I I gave no fuck but I did second course
I tried to speak to you again but u were sending morse
Was on a mission to fulfill your needs but really made it worse
I'm good intentions u know
Already got me so low
Got me under your Sckecha
All I'm doing is just tryna getcha
Just tryna getcha
Never mind what I said before
Just tryna getcha
Every lil walk u walk I adore
Just tryna getcha
Less I give u gonn want some more
Just tryna getcha
If u looking for me just take a look at the floor
Take a toll, u just love to be the violent
Bitchin all the time bout how we used to have this sentiment
Moment dulls, you're so boring yet so eminent
I thought that lay with others was like part of our settlement
Blowing flowers yet I'm speaking loud and evident
So whatcha wanna do? U hate to smoke and drink, so elegant
How'd you like being reason for my fragile cold temperament
Me writing all these songs on you was only thing intelligent
U calling shots deciding pace was bout the only thing you grant
You'll get a penny for your thoughts tho for your head I'll give percents
O'course u didn't know o'course u didn't take a bet
Still it doesn't change a shit about how horrible I felt
The first time getting dumped for real was worse then all the bread u spent
The first time getting real o'course u gonna ask to pop my belt
It's either this or dummy gotta fill your mouth so you'd stop rant
No matter what I get ya only thing u want to keep resent
I'm good intentions u know
Already got me so low
Got me under your Sckecha
All I'm doing is just tryna getcha
Just tryna getcha
Already low shit I crawl on four
Just tryna getcha
Juslike brought u couple stars but u still ignore
Just tryna getcha
Got u a jewel what did I think I should've bought the whole store
Just tryna getcha
Nothing I can do? For real? For sure?
It's been a while since I was sober been a while since I obeyed
Lemme cop it, why u gotta hold it far away
We both know moment I am talking we both feeling shit the same
Then why u gotta be like actin like so hard to get
I hate it when u pull that shit that always makes me ask
What did I do wrong or have I been just so bad in fact
Silence waiting on us gotta start to chat
Awkward moments when I start to speak and u just can't stop flirt
I'm satisfied with how u look but let me make a bet
U gonna fuck and moan and smoke until u just regret
Cuz that's the way it goes when u don't speak up u never get
I tried to tell you earlier but I'm so doped
I know u thought I I gave no fuck but I did second course
I tried to speak to you again but u were sending morse
Was on a mission to fulfill your needs but really made it worse
I'm good intentions u know
Already got me so low
Got me under your Sckecha
All I'm doing is just tryna getcha
Just tryna getcha
Never mind what I said before
Just tryna getcha
Every lil walk u walk I adore
Just tryna getcha
Less I give u gonn want some more
Just tryna getcha
If u looking for me just take a look at the floor
Take a toll, u just love to be the violent
Bitchin all the time bout how we used to have this sentiment
Moment dulls, you're so boring yet so eminent
I thought that lay with others was like part of our settlement
Blowing flowers yet I'm speaking loud and evident
So whatcha wanna do? U hate to smoke and drink, so elegant
How'd you like being reason for my fragile cold temperament
Me writing all these songs on you was only thing intelligent
U calling shots deciding pace was bout the only thing you grant
You'll get a penny for your thoughts tho for your head I'll give percents
O'course u didn't know o'course u didn't take a bet
Still it doesn't change a shit about how horrible I felt
The first time getting dumped for real was worse then all the bread u spent
The first time getting real o'course u gonna ask to pop my belt
It's either this or dummy gotta fill your mouth so you'd stop rant
No matter what I get ya only thing u want to keep resent
I'm good intentions u know
Already got me so low
Got me under your Sckecha
All I'm doing is just tryna getcha
Just tryna getcha
Already low shit I crawl on four
Just tryna getcha
Juslike brought u couple stars but u still ignore
Just tryna getcha
Got u a jewel what did I think I should've bought the whole store
Just tryna getcha
Nothing I can do? For real? For sure?
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Writer(s): Ido Katz
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