Chronos

Yeah there we go yeah yeah yeah
All you really own is your Chronos
That's all you really ever own
Shut up with the gossip
Don't avoid the truth
Be genuine everyday
Keep it tight but still be loose
I'm gonna stand outside
So if anybody asks 'bout me
Tell them I'm outstanding
Obviously
Never keep my head in my phone
But I keep all my head in my phone
Never do a bitch of my bros
If you lie then I'd rather be alone
Never let an old flame burn twice
I'm a bad boy but I'm still nice
I don't get excited by a like
Popularity is nothin' but a vice
I'ma do what I gotta
Then I'll do what I wanna
What you put into it's
What you gonna get back outta
I don't hold a grudge or nothin'
I don't got no time for that
If a snake up in the room
I'ma cut the grass yeah

All I really wanna do is fuck a bitch and send her home
But I don't wanna deal with no baggage
Drinkin' on the Casamigos got me feelin real
Told her I don't really ever wanna date her
All I really gotta say to you
If you spendin' all your time online you a waste man
Look at how you do then go look at how I do
I got all these bitches on a placemat
Yeah fuck a bitch
Send her home
Uber ride
Get dome
Pimp mode
My nuts
Your ho
Cash flow
Bring it in
Fish Pole
Skirt skirt
Gotta go
God I got it on lock lock

Take a sexy pic for the gram my self esteem low
Ugly people give me likes and raise me on my pedestal
Digitally build a bigger image than in real life
Better spend my real life time maintain it real right
Gram got a lotta alter egos
Facebook got a lotta fakes
Don't spend time on Snapchat
Real life all day every day
I don't waste time with an image online
All my time go to good use
Everything I have didn't get it on my ass
All I do is live by the truth yeah

All I really wanna do is fuck a bitch and send her home
But I don't wanna deal with no baggage
Drinkin' on the Casamigos got me feelin real
Told her I don't really ever wanna date her
All I really gotta say to you
If you spendin' all your time online you a waste man
Look at how you do then go look at how I do
I got all these bitches on a placemat
Yeah fuck a bitch
Send her home
Uber ride
Get dome
Pimp mode
My nuts
Your ho
Cash flow
Bring it in
Fish Pole
Skirt skirt
Gotta go
God I got it on lock lock

I don't spend money on fake love
Spent twenty bucks at the strip club
Hooked up wit her next week though
Guess I spent twenty for a real fuck
She's on me didn't plan it
I took her heart like a bandit
You lookin' like you need a bandage
G never really romantic
Can't be wit a bitch with no damn cash
If you want me then you gotta get a lotta
If I see an act that's fake as a bitch
I gotta point ya out I gotta
Wouldn't touch your bitch wit a ten foot stick
Makeup on cake got xray vis yeah

All I really wanna do is fuck a bitch and send her home
But I don't wanna deal with no baggage
Drinkin' on the casamigos got me feelin real
Told her I don't really ever wanna date her
All I really gotta say to you
If you spendin' all your time online you a waste man
Look at how you do then go look at how I do
I got all these bitches on a placemat



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Writer(s): Paul Flemion
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