Stuck In Her Ways!
She stuck in her ways
Don't let her let you think
That she done changed
She stuck in her ways
Don't let her let you think
That she done changed
She stuck in her ways
Stuck in my ways, where is the proof?
They off the double cup, just like a boob
I couldn't see anyone, no one below us
Gotta go plant and then pivot, do the first step again like a lotus
I've been running up a check like I'm Nike, try me, what's the result
All of you additions, no one original, I might bag on a dult
All in my bag, bout that success, but where does that get you
When you feel like you don't have a home, where does that leave you?
Crying in bed, then put on my game face to show that I don't play
Hop in a jet, nah it's a Vette, and you know that my brothers gon stay
Right by my side, till age 27, look up to Heaven like where ya at?
Problems I'm stopping, resume all the arguing, bring it all back, bring it back
Don't try to try me, that's gon end up too sour
Top of the morning, hop in the car, I'll be home in an hour
Bringing a bop home to mama, hope that she proud of my songs
Yeah, I be writing these lyrics, tryna prove to myself that I ain't wrong
She stuck in her ways
Don't let her let you think
That she done changed
She stuck in her ways
Don't let her let you think
That she done changed
She stuck in her ways
She stuck in her ways
Don't let her let you think
That she done changed
She stuck in her ways
Don't let her let you think
That she done changed
She stuck in her ways
Don't let her let you think
That she done changed
She stuck in her ways
Don't let her let you think
That she done changed
She stuck in her ways
Stuck in my ways, where is the proof?
They off the double cup, just like a boob
I couldn't see anyone, no one below us
Gotta go plant and then pivot, do the first step again like a lotus
I've been running up a check like I'm Nike, try me, what's the result
All of you additions, no one original, I might bag on a dult
All in my bag, bout that success, but where does that get you
When you feel like you don't have a home, where does that leave you?
Crying in bed, then put on my game face to show that I don't play
Hop in a jet, nah it's a Vette, and you know that my brothers gon stay
Right by my side, till age 27, look up to Heaven like where ya at?
Problems I'm stopping, resume all the arguing, bring it all back, bring it back
Don't try to try me, that's gon end up too sour
Top of the morning, hop in the car, I'll be home in an hour
Bringing a bop home to mama, hope that she proud of my songs
Yeah, I be writing these lyrics, tryna prove to myself that I ain't wrong
She stuck in her ways
Don't let her let you think
That she done changed
She stuck in her ways
Don't let her let you think
That she done changed
She stuck in her ways
She stuck in her ways
Don't let her let you think
That she done changed
She stuck in her ways
Don't let her let you think
That she done changed
She stuck in her ways
Credits
Writer(s): Aiden Goldsmith
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