Blasphemy

Black ford sedan
Four Doors to slam
I pulled up at 10
While the crowd was thin
Tryna make a friend
But not blending in
Nikes and timbs
Don't match with khaki pants
They ask me for xans
They say can't you dance
Feeling pressed again
Wish to undress my skin
Aint no accident
We grow up and start slashing and cashing in
Aint no questioning, aint none faster than
Aint no dancing to pretend you like rap again
It's not evident, I'm a perceptive man
I Atlantis swim
Hey nigga pass the gin
I'm a phantom champ, cool as Potassium
A pedestrian, act like a thespian
What a mess we in, look how the feds see him
In this wretched skin, mirror I catch a glimpse

Actually (You in love with me)
Has to be (You in love with me)
Ask for me (You in love with me)
That's blasphemy (You in love with me)
Actually (You in love with me)
Has to be (You in love with me)
Ask for me (You in love with me)
That's blasphemy (You in love with me)

Passionately
Self-deceptively
Useful evidently
It's a permanent thing
Feeling seventeen
Fiending seriously
Hitting differently
Y'all depending on me
Now I'm running on E
Way unplanned and unseen
Why they filming low key
Why they slandering me
Now I'm rolling on E
Give my driver my keys
No more hindering me
No dick riding for free

Oh oh ah ah, nigga run

Passionately
Self-deceptively
Useful evidently
It's a permanent thing
Feeling seventeen
Fiending seriously
Hitting differently
Y'all depending on me
Now I'm running on E
Way unplanned and unseen
Why they filming low key
Why they slandering me

Actually (You in love with me)
Has to be (You in love with me)
Ask for me (You in love with me)
That's blasphemy (You in love with me)
Actually (You in love with me)
Has to be (You in love with me)
Ask for me (You in love with me)
That's blasphemy (You in love with me)



Credits
Writer(s): Kovey Coles
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