Ill-Advised

Jesus Christ, you got me fucked up
You don't know nothing
You know the mask
You know what I let you know
See what I let you see
Bitch, you don't know me
Pull up

Got full moon, it's on the rise
Yeah the work all in her thighs
It's ill-advised yeah, it's ill-advised
Sun go down like it's at night
Face go numb like root canal
It's ill-advised yeah, it's ill-advised
Got full moon, it's on the rise
Yeah the work all in her thighs
It's ill-advised yeah, it's ill-advised
Sun go down like it's at night
Face go numb like root canal
It's ill-advised yeah, it's ill-advised

Look up to myself, yeah I get dressed by myself
Thugger in a dress, yeah I get it
I just hope she keep my interest, bae got me impressed
Yeah I'm definitely smoking less
But there's kali in my diet
If it's black, then imma buy it
If it's Sprite then imma dye it
If it's light, then I don't like it
If it's not real gold, don't bite
I'm reflecting all the light
Traffic signs when I'm in sight
I don't hit clubs I don't fight
I just turn up right on site
Caught me looking when you walked in, I was looking real excited
Look alive, yeah
Low-key you showed up only to leave with me tonight
Can you promise you won't leave me when I get addicted?
I think you might, yeah
I think she might, cause the drug don't chase the high, yeah
I think she might, yeah
I think she might
I think we might be puzzle pieces
It just feels so right
She know she got me all to herself
She want be my wife
I spent my rent at Ogilvy
Buy her everything that's nice
What the fuck she think about me?
I want get inside her mind
Make her think about me all day
Think I made her fail exams
Come to my crib, we ain't sleeping
Had me popping all them xans
All ya'll thought you got to my head but I'm still in perfect zen
Baby don't wear no Versace but she's still a perfect ten

Got full moon, it's on the rise
Yeah the work all in her thighs
It's ill-advised yeah, it's ill-advised
Sun go down like it's at night
Face go numb like root canal
It's ill-advised yeah, it's ill-advised
Got full moon, it's on the rise
Yeah the work all in her thighs
It's ill-advised yeah, it's ill-advised
Sun go down like it's at night
Face go numb like root canal
It's ill-advised yeah, it's ill-a-

Arctic baby cause I know she like the white
My apartment looking like I'm friends with Walter White
I think she might be Mary calling for me cause I'm wise
And you can catch me in the night sky glowing late at night

Really you talking like I don't know what the fuck going on
Can't front on me, I'm on that shit
I am that shit
You know what it is

In my tight jeans, Alexander Wang, she like my type
Not a hypebeast, I just spend whatever if I like it
You despise me cause I give no fucks about your life
It don't phase me, I don't need nobody on my side

Got full moon, it's on the rise
Yeah the work all in her thighs
It's ill-advised yeah, it's ill-advised
Sun go down like it's at night
Face go numb like root canal
It's ill-advised yeah, it's ill-advised
Got full moon, it's on the rise
Yeah the work all in her thighs
It's ill-advised yeah, it's ill-advised
Sun go down like it's at night
Face go numb like root canal
It's ill-advised yeah, it's ill-advised

Look up to myself, think she want get me undressed
Off-White on the floor, don't get it dirty
I think we might be puzzle pieces
It just feels so right
She know she got me all to herself
She want be my wife
I spent my rent at Ogilvy
Buy her everything that's nice
What the fuck she think about me?
I want get inside her mind
Make her think about me all day
Think I made her fail exams
Come to my crib, we ain't sleeping
Had me popping all them xans
All ya'll thought you got to my head but I'm still in perfect zen
Baby don't wear no Versace but she's still a perfect ten



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Writer(s): Alex Noël
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