Wrong Day
Demons on the post, and they going my way
They won't let this go, may she never go away
I don't ring alarms, in my dose away
I don't ring alarms
Will she ever feel like I'm the one
Ring myself dry, it might help
Waiting so long, she might know
If she comes down, it might help
It might move
I won't see, grab my needs
It might just move
I might feign, I might bleed
I might go loose
I might pop, I ain't ghost, I might just zoom
I might just zoom,
Might move
I won't see, grab my needs
It might move
I might feign, I might bleed
I might lose
I might pop, I ain't ghost, I might zoom
I might zoom,
If they want a feeling, then they gotta keep it locked
If you tryna fuck with them, then get up when I walk
I could never switch from giving space to all my thoughts
I could never switch from giving yuh yuh
I could give a fuck less
It only matter what the drugs say
I'm on my own
How the fuck I'm boutta make it home
Bitch you get a dial tone
Fifty thousand for a feature and you picked the wrong day
Fifty thousand for a feature and you picked the wrong day
Fifty thousand for a feature and you picked the wrong day
Everybody want a problem I could do it all day
Fill the fucking bag up
Something here don't add up
Blades out the fucking window ain't nobody talkin ain't no chatter
And when we dealt with them ain't nobody see shit
They won't let this go, may she never go away
I don't ring alarms, in my dose away
I don't ring alarms
Will she ever feel like I'm the one
Ring myself dry, it might help
Waiting so long, she might know
If she comes down, it might help
It might move
I won't see, grab my needs
It might just move
I might feign, I might bleed
I might go loose
I might pop, I ain't ghost, I might just zoom
I might just zoom,
Might move
I won't see, grab my needs
It might move
I might feign, I might bleed
I might lose
I might pop, I ain't ghost, I might zoom
I might zoom,
If they want a feeling, then they gotta keep it locked
If you tryna fuck with them, then get up when I walk
I could never switch from giving space to all my thoughts
I could never switch from giving yuh yuh
I could give a fuck less
It only matter what the drugs say
I'm on my own
How the fuck I'm boutta make it home
Bitch you get a dial tone
Fifty thousand for a feature and you picked the wrong day
Fifty thousand for a feature and you picked the wrong day
Fifty thousand for a feature and you picked the wrong day
Everybody want a problem I could do it all day
Fill the fucking bag up
Something here don't add up
Blades out the fucking window ain't nobody talkin ain't no chatter
And when we dealt with them ain't nobody see shit
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Writer(s): David James
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