OMG Plz Don’t Come Around
I'm addled up
Cause you make me so damn confused
(Oh my God)
I'm out of luck
Spend it all up on loving you
(Oh my God)
I heard you're a liar
Telephone wire
Tryna decipher
Maybe pariah
Maybe I like ya
Maybe I'll write but
She like Mariah
But three octaves higher
Overproof diet
Then we retired
Lost the attire
Era The Driver
Yeah you go around and you hold me like that
And I couldn't help but love you right back
Yet you go around and you touch him like that
I won't trust you like that
You make me feel bad
Oh my God
(Oh my God)
Oh my God
(Oh my God)
We get along
Getting off in this hotel room
(Oh my God)
How much longer do I have to wait?
Get over here next to me
(Oh my God)
Low in a Hyatt
Tryna get higher
Look for lighter
Neighborhood hire
Now the supplier
What's with the people
Tryna go whiter
(What the fuck?)
Children are dying
Moms at home cryin
Fuck Now I'm cryin
Yeah you come around and hold me like that
And I couldn't help but love you right back
And you go around and you fuck him like that
I won't trust you like that
You make me feel bad
So go, go, go
(Wait one second Ryland)
So go, go, go
(Let me do it one more)
So go, go, go
So go, go, go
Cause you make me so damn confused
(Oh my God)
I'm out of luck
Spend it all up on loving you
(Oh my God)
I heard you're a liar
Telephone wire
Tryna decipher
Maybe pariah
Maybe I like ya
Maybe I'll write but
She like Mariah
But three octaves higher
Overproof diet
Then we retired
Lost the attire
Era The Driver
Yeah you go around and you hold me like that
And I couldn't help but love you right back
Yet you go around and you touch him like that
I won't trust you like that
You make me feel bad
Oh my God
(Oh my God)
Oh my God
(Oh my God)
We get along
Getting off in this hotel room
(Oh my God)
How much longer do I have to wait?
Get over here next to me
(Oh my God)
Low in a Hyatt
Tryna get higher
Look for lighter
Neighborhood hire
Now the supplier
What's with the people
Tryna go whiter
(What the fuck?)
Children are dying
Moms at home cryin
Fuck Now I'm cryin
Yeah you come around and hold me like that
And I couldn't help but love you right back
And you go around and you fuck him like that
I won't trust you like that
You make me feel bad
So go, go, go
(Wait one second Ryland)
So go, go, go
(Let me do it one more)
So go, go, go
So go, go, go
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Writer(s): Ross Shor Lynch, Rocky Mark Lynch
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