Sprung Out

If I had a quarter
For every time you told me
That I was just the homie
Man that shit annoyed me
I'm not understanding
Why do you keep frontin
Nigga tell me somethin
Doin all this stuntin
Oh, that's yo girl
That's what they asking you
Rumors blastin you
But you aint fallin thru, noo
Miscommunicatin
With yo sex, yo lips
Touchin on my hips
Aint no faking this
You aint got no biz
Leadin me on like this
Turnin me on, one switch
For the hell of it
Man, this shit is sick
All this hurt for dick
Is it really worth it
I just can't stop flirting

Time and time again
I'm leaning on a friend
Just tryna figure this thing out
Man, this dick got me sprung out
Time and time again
I'm leaning on a friend
Just tryna figure this thing out
Man, this dick got me sprung out

You on my mind, for sure
Yeah I got time, for sure
I could pull up on you, for sure
I know how you move, for sure
I'm sprung on you, for sure
I'm riding down lake shore
Open up the door
We don't need shit stopping us
It's my turn, I'm dominance
No need for cockblocking us
Up to the bedroom, we go
I'm ripping off all your clothes
I got on top and I rode
And you know how the rest goes
Yeah, you know
It was fun for a minute
The way you was all up in it
Bitemarks on my back from hitting it
I could tell the way that you was missin' it
Fucked up again to even let you hit
Cause you gone be back up on that bullshit
Talkin' bout, don't air it out, man
Why the fuck I keep doin' this

Time and time again
I'm leaning on a friend
Just tryna figure this thing out
Man, this dick got me sprung out
Time and time again
I'm leaning on a friend
Just tryna figure this thing out
Man, this dick got me sprung out

Time and time again
I find myself in bed
Just tryna get you out of my head
But somehow I keep lettin' you in
You in

I keep lettin'
I keep lettin'
I keep lettin' you in



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Writer(s): Jana Harris
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