Sneaking

If we approach the situation humbly
The move shouldn't be a problem
There's an old scratch that you can't itch
You just can't deal without it

On my line during a crisis
Talking buku shit
I don't think you realise
How much I'll truly risk

You can sit and play games
I've made it obvious
Just another victim
Of your indecisiveness

Smoke my green
Leave you on red
Tattoo fantasies
Onto your head

Take extra precaution
Talked my head off ad nauseam
I know that you bout it
I'll give you your fill

Don't tempt me with a good time
In times like these
You have 1 of the 3 things
I fucking need

Your loft spacious
Much bigger than mine
Parking was terrible
They won't mind two lines

It's a pandemic
But they still flood the streets
Probably for
Same reasons as me

Guess what I got us
A sweet little get away
Glad I picked the phone
Knew you couldn't stay away

Elisabeth has the throne
Everything sits in place
The moon has the sky and stars
But You you have my face



Credits
Writer(s): Ra Haynes
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