Her Mind

You already know the vibes
1:38 am, Jim Beam, that what I'm sipping

She hit me late at night
Nobody during the day know how to treat her right-
She Wondering if she should Face-time me, text or sext me all night
She got way too many things on her mind

Monday thru Friday 9-5 ain't right
Shawty just want to be outside
Show of her new clothes she bought online-
But she know at a young age you can't waste time
Money the motive so it's time to grind
Never has her card ever been declined
All of her friends are going downtown
She waiting for her last customer to get out
She clock out manager ask can she stay around
She know she got to get the bag so she say she's down
Time go by and she not thinking bout club
She thinking about her check, oouu she bouta shake her but
Her friends snap story look lit but she don't give a crud
She's just happy she clocked out now time to smoke some bud
(Spark Up!)

She hit me late at night
Nobody during the day know how to treat her right
She Wondering if she should Face-time me, text or sext me all night
She got way too many things on her mind-

Your eyes are so full of pain yet your smile is so angelic
You try your best but people say your effort is hectic
You know you fine selfie game on Twitter 100 likes
You find someone just to figure out he just wants to pipe
During your speech class people was just being rude
You starting to think maybe it's just you
It's so sad that you don't even have a clue
You got the type of presence that make people want to turn brand new
They jealous because they can't fit in your shoes
You talk so smart so they dumb and they confused
You just want to be in New York with your crew
Sippin on mimosas Sunday brunch oh yeah that's you

Oouuuu

Finally saturday but her friends already drunk
You got out work late but your tryna catch up
In the car your drinking fast you tryna catch up
You felt nothing early but you feel it all in the club
No work no school ouu you started showing off
You getting real drunk you now starting to cough
You feel something in your stomach and you whisper "oh gosh"
That bottle got you thinking maybe you shouldn't have drunk it all
You throwing up friends holding your hair in the bathroom stall
You saying you should've stayed home after all
You Mad that you spent 70 plus dollaa
When you all done you grab your phone
Your friends saying wait who are you gonna call

She hit me late at night
Nobody during the day know how to treat her right
She Wondering if she should Face-time me, text or sext me all night
She got way too many things on her mind

You tell me everything and sometimes I listen
Then I think I'm winning



Credits
Writer(s): Paulie Ancene
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