Squirrely

Oh
No, you is gon' try it
When you alone
But I don't buy it
Don't hit my phone
Crossing on your mind
But I'm, getting let go
Now, you see me shining
Stay yo ass ghost

Why you acting squirrely
We getting nuts sometimes
You always do me dirty
I'm in a rut, rut rut

Somethings going on it's in my gut, gut, gut
I feel you fade away and I'm like what, what, what
The color in your eyes,
Turn to blue catch a clue that you lost
Buddy with the ass, you got cake I'm a boss
I can touchdown anytime, Randy Moss
Watch out, field goal 3 points
Roll up, with me we joints
Sharp brain, you get the point

Oh
No, you is gon' try it
When you alone
But I don't buy it
Don't hit my phone
Crossing on your mind
But I'm, getting let go
Now, you see me shining
Stay yo ass ghost

Fucking on my, diet clones
'Cause I said leave me alone
You didn't know I, could be so cold
Now you got no one to hold
Fucking on my, diet clones
'Cause I said leave me alone
You didn't know I, could be so cold
Now you got no one to hold



Credits
Writer(s): Myron Armstrong
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