U Got Me

Ya
You got me fucked up
You're just a different type of angel from heaven above
You fell and made your way to earth from the underworld
And now you're plotting, scheming tryna to steal my soul
You got me
Aint no thang I've been rollin up weed do the same old thang
Aint no sense in gettin pissed anymore
Cause damn they don't make em like this
You got me fucked up
You're just a different type of angel from heaven above
You fell and made your way to earth from the underworld
And now you're plotting, scheming tryna to steal my soul, ya
Ya ya ya
Texture
Next up
West coast
Who ya know now?
Issue
Miss you
Kiss you
When you come around town
And if she wanna talk about it we gon have to talk about it right now
Issue wit it
I gotta issue wit it
Ya rollin with a pistol wit it now
You got me fucked up
You're just a different type of angel from heaven above
You fell and made your way to earth from the underworld
And now you're plotting scheming trying to steal my soul
You got me



Credits
Writer(s): Ronny Neumann, Emma Louise Lock
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