Supposed To (feat. Emma Brown)
You waste all my time
Make me read between the lines
I be thinking that it's fine
Cuz I cannot read the signs
One day it's all smiles
The next things are getting wild
You stay acting like a child
It's been that way for a while
I don't even wanna hold you
It ain't feeling like it's s'posed to
I don't wanna fight no more
I'm just walking out the door
Guess my heart is getting colder
Or maybe I'm just getting older
Don't see what we got in store
Throw my cards onto the floor
Swear things get crazy at this time of year
She go pop patron when I go cop beer
All my niggas tellin me bout what they hear
Do you really fuck with me it isn't clear
Then she come to me and say whats up with me
Baby girl I can't condone this fuckery
First, you say you love me but you lie to me
This shit fake as fuck as but it's fine with me
She be lookin at the time all day
Somethings on her mind all day
Swear she moves in slow motion
Feeling all kinds of emotion
Laidback, so comfortable
Girl, what's up with you
If I'm in her mind its a daydream
Look me in the eyes when you say things
I don't even wanna hold you
It ain't feeling like it's s'posed to
I don't wanna fight no more
I'm just walking out the door
Guess my heart is getting colder
Or maybe I'm just getting older
Don't see what we got in store
Throw my cards onto the floor
Make me read between the lines
I be thinking that it's fine
Cuz I cannot read the signs
One day it's all smiles
The next things are getting wild
You stay acting like a child
It's been that way for a while
I don't even wanna hold you
It ain't feeling like it's s'posed to
I don't wanna fight no more
I'm just walking out the door
Guess my heart is getting colder
Or maybe I'm just getting older
Don't see what we got in store
Throw my cards onto the floor
Swear things get crazy at this time of year
She go pop patron when I go cop beer
All my niggas tellin me bout what they hear
Do you really fuck with me it isn't clear
Then she come to me and say whats up with me
Baby girl I can't condone this fuckery
First, you say you love me but you lie to me
This shit fake as fuck as but it's fine with me
She be lookin at the time all day
Somethings on her mind all day
Swear she moves in slow motion
Feeling all kinds of emotion
Laidback, so comfortable
Girl, what's up with you
If I'm in her mind its a daydream
Look me in the eyes when you say things
I don't even wanna hold you
It ain't feeling like it's s'posed to
I don't wanna fight no more
I'm just walking out the door
Guess my heart is getting colder
Or maybe I'm just getting older
Don't see what we got in store
Throw my cards onto the floor
Credits
Writer(s): Bradley Lysse
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