Tape
Ooh
Hey
Let me hold you down
You should press play
Been feeling like a sad love song
Any other day
Any other day of the week
See me
Wanna run away
I know
Haters wanna rush the stage, no joke
I put that on my mama
I put that on my old man, too
I could never tell a soul, I could never tell on you
I could never play no games, only if you ask me to
Please, just
Tell me what it's like to be dead, I forget
Tell me what it's like to be nice with the feds
I woke up right side of the bed
Hope all my memories never turn to regrets
I'm flipping all the channels, turn it off from the bed
I left the candles on by mistake, I forget
I put that on my first, I put that on my last name, too
I run around the streets and can't remember what I do
Put that on yourself if it fits just like a shoe
Your shit get on the shelf and let the vibes come through
I put that on myself and the pain ensued
I put that on a promise and the rain came thru like
Aww, shoot, look what I do
I woke up in the booth
I put that on a tape
I put that on a tape, (put that on a), I put that on a tape
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Hey
Let me hold you down
You should press play
Been feeling like a sad love song
Any other day
Any other day of the week
See me
Wanna run away
I know
Haters wanna rush the stage, no joke
I put that on my mama
I put that on my old man, too
I could never tell a soul, I could never tell on you
I could never play no games, only if you ask me to
Please, just
Tell me what it's like to be dead, I forget
Tell me what it's like to be nice with the feds
I woke up right side of the bed
Hope all my memories never turn to regrets
I'm flipping all the channels, turn it off from the bed
I left the candles on by mistake, I forget
I put that on my first, I put that on my last name, too
I run around the streets and can't remember what I do
Put that on yourself if it fits just like a shoe
Your shit get on the shelf and let the vibes come through
I put that on myself and the pain ensued
I put that on a promise and the rain came thru like
Aww, shoot, look what I do
I woke up in the booth
I put that on a tape
I put that on a tape, (put that on a), I put that on a tape
I put that on a, (put that on a), I put that on a tape
I put that on a, (put that on a), I put that on a tape
I put that on a, (put that on a), I put that on a tape
I put that on a, (put that on a), I put that on a tape
I put that on a, (put that on a), I put that on a tape
Credits
Writer(s): Bryndon Thaddeus Cook
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