Left on Read
You really runnin' through my head (Runnin' through my head)
You really left my shit on read (Left my shit on read)
And now I'm hangin' by a thread (I'm hanging)
And it's going down, it's going down (You know it's going down)
And I know what it's coming to (What's it coming to)
And I know what you're going through
Yeah (Yeah), Yeah, Yeah
You really left my shit read (Wow)
It's going through my head
Now I'm feeling like I'm dead (Yeah)
My momma text me told me gotta stay up off the meds (Gotta stay up off the meds)
Because the meds just killing your brain and you gotta stay (Gotta stay)
You gotta stay where you at when your feet on the ground
'Cause when you runnin' around this town then best believe (Yeah)
That it's going down, so baby wipe that frown (Wipe that frown)
You know Luc J. stay so fly whenever he come around (Yeah)
So baby (Baby), what's it gonna be (Tell me)
You know you got me
And I smoke a little tree (Smoke it up)
And baby girl, it's all on me (All on me)
So come on through, stop playin' (Stop playin')
You really runnin' through my head (Runnin' through my head)
You really left my shit on read (Left my shit on read)
And now I'm hangin' by a thread (I'm hanging)
And it's going down, it's going down (You know it's going down)
And I know what it's coming to (What's it coming to)
And I know what you're going through
Yeah (Yeah), Yeah, Yeah
So tell me what it's gonna be (What's it gonna be)
I'm rollin' through the mall and everybody know me (They know me)
My brother push the cat and now that thing is on E (Yeah Jarvis)
And now we sparkin' up it's really feeling like a breeze (Like a breeze)
So, don't hit my phone with no bullshit (Don't do it)
You know I'm ridin' round with the full drip (Drip drop)
And we getting paid like we was on Blue Chips (Yeah)
You just mad 'cause she got the round trip (Sorry bout it)
So baby (Baby), what's it gonna be (Tell me)
You know you got me
And I smoke a little tree (Smoke it up)
And baby girl, it's all on me (All on me)
So come on through, stop playin' (Stop playin')
You really runnin' through my head (Runnin' through my head)
You really left my shit on read (Left my shit on read)
And now I'm hangin' by a thread (I'm hanging)
And it's going down, it's going down (You know it's going down)
And I know what it's coming to (What's it coming to)
And I know what you're going through
Yeah (Yeah), Yeah, Yeah
You really left my shit on read (Left my shit on read)
And now I'm hangin' by a thread (I'm hanging)
And it's going down, it's going down (You know it's going down)
And I know what it's coming to (What's it coming to)
And I know what you're going through
Yeah (Yeah), Yeah, Yeah
You really left my shit read (Wow)
It's going through my head
Now I'm feeling like I'm dead (Yeah)
My momma text me told me gotta stay up off the meds (Gotta stay up off the meds)
Because the meds just killing your brain and you gotta stay (Gotta stay)
You gotta stay where you at when your feet on the ground
'Cause when you runnin' around this town then best believe (Yeah)
That it's going down, so baby wipe that frown (Wipe that frown)
You know Luc J. stay so fly whenever he come around (Yeah)
So baby (Baby), what's it gonna be (Tell me)
You know you got me
And I smoke a little tree (Smoke it up)
And baby girl, it's all on me (All on me)
So come on through, stop playin' (Stop playin')
You really runnin' through my head (Runnin' through my head)
You really left my shit on read (Left my shit on read)
And now I'm hangin' by a thread (I'm hanging)
And it's going down, it's going down (You know it's going down)
And I know what it's coming to (What's it coming to)
And I know what you're going through
Yeah (Yeah), Yeah, Yeah
So tell me what it's gonna be (What's it gonna be)
I'm rollin' through the mall and everybody know me (They know me)
My brother push the cat and now that thing is on E (Yeah Jarvis)
And now we sparkin' up it's really feeling like a breeze (Like a breeze)
So, don't hit my phone with no bullshit (Don't do it)
You know I'm ridin' round with the full drip (Drip drop)
And we getting paid like we was on Blue Chips (Yeah)
You just mad 'cause she got the round trip (Sorry bout it)
So baby (Baby), what's it gonna be (Tell me)
You know you got me
And I smoke a little tree (Smoke it up)
And baby girl, it's all on me (All on me)
So come on through, stop playin' (Stop playin')
You really runnin' through my head (Runnin' through my head)
You really left my shit on read (Left my shit on read)
And now I'm hangin' by a thread (I'm hanging)
And it's going down, it's going down (You know it's going down)
And I know what it's coming to (What's it coming to)
And I know what you're going through
Yeah (Yeah), Yeah, Yeah
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Writer(s): Lucas Johnson
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