Heart Attack

Why you in my phone
You jump conclusions you assuming I ain't grown

She keep asking me about hoes
This the 45th time leave me alone

Wish I could just live on my own
But when she isn't such a bitch we live in harmony Yea
This love shit ain't that hard to me

Ehh ehh

But yet for you it's like
Pulling a tooth that's fine
Fucking with the root
Muttering my truths

Fuck is up with you
Bubble-butted too
Yeah we love to fight
But we're lovers too

She look at me like
I looked up to you
Looking through her eyes
Where there would be shoes

She look at it like
Nigga what it do
I look at it like What is there to lose
Well except for you

I don't know how your brain works
I just know how change works
I'm tryna set an example you want to make it permanent
It's gone take more than a lighter to burn this bridge

My heart pours for you
I would love to get that new Aventador for you
I'm just tryna get some suicide doors for you
You want me to commit suicide Thought this was you and I

It's Betty Boop and Clyde Brandy Lacole and Plies
All of these compliments I don't get no replies
She made a shield of lies her favorite disguise
She ain't as great as I she'll stay the same it's aight

You want me to give up on you make it seem that way
But I'm a savage mommy ya I gotta be this way
Fuck it we fill up all the coolers for the beach today
I'll be a good boy so you let me see the freak today

Why else would I cuff you
So I can keep you caged
You start the fussing I start stuffing
I be getting blazed

I don't be fucking with these hoes
Cause they be Frito-Lay
I like my cheetos
But you tripping if I'm giving fave

I give my heart out to the children
Not equipped with faith
I've got a business mind my business
Zip the freaking case

Fear Entertainment this a pedigree no Triple H
We making history forget you if you is a snake

All that shit that led up to Gillie was Exhibit A
We bout to flip this fucking industry like J Dilla samples

And what's a Grammy if I'm winning with no silly scam deal
Huh

And girl you're a part of that
When you stressing me out it feels like it's a heart attack
And that snotty attitude like what's up with that

We talking love but when you do this shit it's fucking backwards
Pack up all my sins and blow them out a brand new Backwoods
huh yea

So why you in my phone
You jump conclusions you assuming I ain't grown
Babe I don't know what's going on
I'm getting money I can't always be around

They try to break us cause we brown
They try to kick us when we're down
I try to walk away with class
They want to see my animal

So why you in my phone
You jump conclusions you assuming I ain't grown
Babe I don't know what's going on
I'm getting money I can't always be around

They try to break us cause we brown
Eh
They try to kick us when we're down
Eh
I try to walk away with class
Eh
They want to see my animal



Credits
Writer(s): Ronald Chavous Jr
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