lied...
I'm so sorry that I lied to you
But babygirl I tried for you
Everything I did to keep my mind off you
Yeah, you got your friends but what am I to do
Guess I'ma be all alone
Rolling up making these songs
Pour me a 4 and I'm gone
She tryna see what I'm on
And I got patience, got so used to waiting
But I think she waiting on me
But I just been searching for peace
Everybody want a piece
Getting hard to sleep
Falling off my feel
Used to do this shit with ease
Now it's getting tedious
Way back then, they needed us
Now they can't agree with us
But still tryna split that green with us
Swear they used to be fans
Now they can't understand
Ain't tryna give 'em time to make a plan
Baby this Runtz, this no regular strand
Let's take a trip to Bahamas, we tan
One thing 'bout me, I'ma run up these bands
Back of the party, you know I don't dance
Don't like that hoe, why she holding my hand
And I told him that we pulling up, why he ran
Ride with the set, give a fuck bout a man
Shut the fuck up or your block getting span
I get a bag, I'ma make it expand
Tryna get with you, don't care 'bout your man
Promise I'm doing the best that I can
I'm tryna do the right thing, but I can't
I'm so sorry that I lied to you
But babygirl I tried for you
Everything I did to keep my mind off you
Yeah, you got your friends but what am I to do
Guess I'ma be all alone
Rolling up making these songs
Pour me a 4 and I'm gone
She tryna see what I'm on
(She tryna see what I'm on)
She tryna see what I'm on
But babygirl I tried for you
Everything I did to keep my mind off you
Yeah, you got your friends but what am I to do
Guess I'ma be all alone
Rolling up making these songs
Pour me a 4 and I'm gone
She tryna see what I'm on
And I got patience, got so used to waiting
But I think she waiting on me
But I just been searching for peace
Everybody want a piece
Getting hard to sleep
Falling off my feel
Used to do this shit with ease
Now it's getting tedious
Way back then, they needed us
Now they can't agree with us
But still tryna split that green with us
Swear they used to be fans
Now they can't understand
Ain't tryna give 'em time to make a plan
Baby this Runtz, this no regular strand
Let's take a trip to Bahamas, we tan
One thing 'bout me, I'ma run up these bands
Back of the party, you know I don't dance
Don't like that hoe, why she holding my hand
And I told him that we pulling up, why he ran
Ride with the set, give a fuck bout a man
Shut the fuck up or your block getting span
I get a bag, I'ma make it expand
Tryna get with you, don't care 'bout your man
Promise I'm doing the best that I can
I'm tryna do the right thing, but I can't
I'm so sorry that I lied to you
But babygirl I tried for you
Everything I did to keep my mind off you
Yeah, you got your friends but what am I to do
Guess I'ma be all alone
Rolling up making these songs
Pour me a 4 and I'm gone
She tryna see what I'm on
(She tryna see what I'm on)
She tryna see what I'm on
Credits
Writer(s): Tobi Hd!
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.