Changed
Yea yea
Let me speak some truth yea
I feel there's nothing I can do In this situation
I feel all your choices are based off his insinuations
But him not doing the same got you contemplating
While you sit at home waiting
He finding a new ass to escape in
False maturity got him giving in temptations
While you simply looking for sensations
Like love full of bliss or a late evening kiss
Walking round in a bathrobe and that's it
Bottles of Moscato with a glass to your lips
A blunt after saying, "I could get used to this"
But that was way before all the talk
Like to speak before I take the walk
Create boundary lines like I'm playing with chalk
Think I'm all talk but I ain't playing with y'all
Just as long as we know who's at fault
People can't take blame acting almost as pointless as a knife with a dull blade
Or gripping a sword with dual blades
Each cut representing the mistakes made
Emotional support not all heroes wear capes
Problems pile up till you break
Most don't understand how much they can take
Drinking away until your memory fade, smoking a J
With that look of defeat in your face and you're with him, but I believe
Maybe one day our bridges will meet
Whether it's at work or walking down the street
When you come around always looking like a treat
Just wondering if we can take it back to basics
You, me a blunt and a couple of latex
Waiting for your late text like anticipating a paycheck
Just to get some neck and give your respects
Bounce and be out
Is there more involved than I know?
Is there more untold secrets to throw?
Is he really the guy you want to be taking home?
Is he really worth all the pain that you feel alone
While he out and his whereabouts unknown
I just ask since we seem to choke
Like my breath taken away but I'm still taking notes
Tryna find what things float your boat
Like a love letter vibe enclosed
Or 3 feet in the door clothes hit the floor, or fuck it maybe both
Yea but fuck it maybe both
Yea but fuck it maybe both
Damn, I hate it when you passive-aggressive
And when you not around girl I always be stressing
I guess that's distress
No, no more, no less
Pockets on deck no more can I get a rain check
But the crazy thing of all is I'm still missing you yet
How's that, how's that
Vent a 3 piece on a vibe track
How's that, how's that
Vent a 3 piece on a vibe track yea
Let me speak some truth yea
I feel there's nothing I can do In this situation
I feel all your choices are based off his insinuations
But him not doing the same got you contemplating
While you sit at home waiting
He finding a new ass to escape in
False maturity got him giving in temptations
While you simply looking for sensations
Like love full of bliss or a late evening kiss
Walking round in a bathrobe and that's it
Bottles of Moscato with a glass to your lips
A blunt after saying, "I could get used to this"
But that was way before all the talk
Like to speak before I take the walk
Create boundary lines like I'm playing with chalk
Think I'm all talk but I ain't playing with y'all
Just as long as we know who's at fault
People can't take blame acting almost as pointless as a knife with a dull blade
Or gripping a sword with dual blades
Each cut representing the mistakes made
Emotional support not all heroes wear capes
Problems pile up till you break
Most don't understand how much they can take
Drinking away until your memory fade, smoking a J
With that look of defeat in your face and you're with him, but I believe
Maybe one day our bridges will meet
Whether it's at work or walking down the street
When you come around always looking like a treat
Just wondering if we can take it back to basics
You, me a blunt and a couple of latex
Waiting for your late text like anticipating a paycheck
Just to get some neck and give your respects
Bounce and be out
Is there more involved than I know?
Is there more untold secrets to throw?
Is he really the guy you want to be taking home?
Is he really worth all the pain that you feel alone
While he out and his whereabouts unknown
I just ask since we seem to choke
Like my breath taken away but I'm still taking notes
Tryna find what things float your boat
Like a love letter vibe enclosed
Or 3 feet in the door clothes hit the floor, or fuck it maybe both
Yea but fuck it maybe both
Yea but fuck it maybe both
Damn, I hate it when you passive-aggressive
And when you not around girl I always be stressing
I guess that's distress
No, no more, no less
Pockets on deck no more can I get a rain check
But the crazy thing of all is I'm still missing you yet
How's that, how's that
Vent a 3 piece on a vibe track
How's that, how's that
Vent a 3 piece on a vibe track yea
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Writer(s): Angelo Serrano
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