Handing Out
I hate the feelings a nigga be getting whenever you in my head
We been through a lot, love the way we rocking
Baby you the top, fuck another option
But shi' how could you lose me
Broken heart and shit how could you do it
I got too many problems might lose it
I got too many issues and shit
That's why I can't fuck wit' these bitches and shit
But I know they be feeling that dick when I hit
And I know they be craving and can't get enough
But these bitches don't get it I just want some love
I just want these riches I'm gon' run it up
I'm gon' run it up till I think that I ain't
You tell me you love me you just want the bank
Dat bitch tried to play me I'm sorry you can't
Cause bitch I'm a player I'm up in the ranks
Don't waste your time tryna waste mine
Love overrated shi' I heard it through the great vine
Great medication I been chilling I'm on space time
Float through the skies to take my mind I'm tryna make time
And my head it be running and racing
Cause I think I'm getting tired of relations
Fuck these hoes cause I'm tryna replace 'em
Cause my heart it got too many spaces
I been hurt I done felt a la' damage
Opened up now I need me a bandage
They done took my la' love for the granted
I ain't got none left to be handing out
Sitting here with my tears
All alone with my fears
I'm wondering if I have to do without ya'
There's no reason why
I fell asleep late lastnight
Crying like a newborn child
Holding myself close, could be the one for me
We been through a lot, love the way we rocking
Baby you the top, fuck another option
But shi' how could you lose me
Broken heart and shit how could you do it
I got too many problems might lose it
I got too many issues and shit
That's why I can't fuck wit' these bitches and shit
But I know they be feeling that dick when I hit
And I know they be craving and can't get enough
But these bitches don't get it I just want some love
I just want these riches I'm gon' run it up
I'm gon' run it up till I think that I ain't
You tell me you love me you just want the bank
Dat bitch tried to play me I'm sorry you can't
Cause bitch I'm a player I'm up in the ranks
Don't waste your time tryna waste mine
Love overrated shi' I heard it through the great vine
Great medication I been chilling I'm on space time
Float through the skies to take my mind I'm tryna make time
And my head it be running and racing
Cause I think I'm getting tired of relations
Fuck these hoes cause I'm tryna replace 'em
Cause my heart it got too many spaces
I been hurt I done felt a la' damage
Opened up now I need me a bandage
They done took my la' love for the granted
I ain't got none left to be handing out
Sitting here with my tears
All alone with my fears
I'm wondering if I have to do without ya'
There's no reason why
I fell asleep late lastnight
Crying like a newborn child
Holding myself close, could be the one for me
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Writer(s): Makell Lyle
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