Dusk Till Dawn
Killing me slowly, I'm still waiting
Testing my patience, when I think of you
Say it gets lonely, but this what you wanted
I'm not your problem, so do what you do
Till the casket might shut
When the beat drop let me pick the mic up
Door might slam, we light up
Don't tell my momma what I got in my cup
Bad news
All of a sudden I got unpaid dues
Sitting at the bar, still ain't seen you
No paper trail gotta play these blues
Killing me slowly, I'm still waiting
Testing my patience, when I think of you
Say it gets lonely, but this what you wanted
I'm not your problem, so do what you do
You're not worth it
Don't deserve this
Check the furnace
Something's burning
Mind is melting
You can't help me
Overwhelming
Tried to tell me
Till the casket might shut
How long Mr. Wrong not giving no fuck
Mic check 1, 2 make a bitch set, hut
Used to be a nonbeliever till I made her set jump
Hold Up
Britten Wrong like
On a call like, bitch I'm clocked in can you please bring lunch
I do not complain, I don't need me much
Just need me time and a mean green blunt
3 Shots 6 beers make a 9 go Bop
Know I'm boutta pop but you know you can't stop
Told me its a long way just to reach the tip top
Told her you won't have to worry when my new shit drop
I said it, I meant it
Nail it in your head, then cement it
One to the dome and it dented, hard-headed
Committed to the game finna have a good wedding
Killing me slowly, I'm still waiting
Testing my patience, when I think of you
Say it gets lonely, but this what you wanted
I'm not your problem, so do what you do
They be like, "Oh my god." I just been doing my job
Pray that the kids are asleep
All day just missing my dogs
Don't think that you've been ok
Because I knew something wrong
You know it could be so simple
But that's not all that you want
Don't ask me how long
Dusk until Dawn
One night I slept well and moved on
Riding through the storm but my eyes stayed calm
Sea got enemies, arms stay drawn
Truth bubbled up and you made me go harder
Long lost souls like to float in cold water
Filling up your lungs 'bout to go you can't breathe
Still don't give a fuck, bitch put that on me
Testing my patience, when I think of you
Say it gets lonely, but this what you wanted
I'm not your problem, so do what you do
Till the casket might shut
When the beat drop let me pick the mic up
Door might slam, we light up
Don't tell my momma what I got in my cup
Bad news
All of a sudden I got unpaid dues
Sitting at the bar, still ain't seen you
No paper trail gotta play these blues
Killing me slowly, I'm still waiting
Testing my patience, when I think of you
Say it gets lonely, but this what you wanted
I'm not your problem, so do what you do
You're not worth it
Don't deserve this
Check the furnace
Something's burning
Mind is melting
You can't help me
Overwhelming
Tried to tell me
Till the casket might shut
How long Mr. Wrong not giving no fuck
Mic check 1, 2 make a bitch set, hut
Used to be a nonbeliever till I made her set jump
Hold Up
Britten Wrong like
On a call like, bitch I'm clocked in can you please bring lunch
I do not complain, I don't need me much
Just need me time and a mean green blunt
3 Shots 6 beers make a 9 go Bop
Know I'm boutta pop but you know you can't stop
Told me its a long way just to reach the tip top
Told her you won't have to worry when my new shit drop
I said it, I meant it
Nail it in your head, then cement it
One to the dome and it dented, hard-headed
Committed to the game finna have a good wedding
Killing me slowly, I'm still waiting
Testing my patience, when I think of you
Say it gets lonely, but this what you wanted
I'm not your problem, so do what you do
They be like, "Oh my god." I just been doing my job
Pray that the kids are asleep
All day just missing my dogs
Don't think that you've been ok
Because I knew something wrong
You know it could be so simple
But that's not all that you want
Don't ask me how long
Dusk until Dawn
One night I slept well and moved on
Riding through the storm but my eyes stayed calm
Sea got enemies, arms stay drawn
Truth bubbled up and you made me go harder
Long lost souls like to float in cold water
Filling up your lungs 'bout to go you can't breathe
Still don't give a fuck, bitch put that on me
Credits
Writer(s): Britten Wright
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