Be Alright
I'm traumatized take your time with me girl we gone get it right
Whats on yo mind I could tell from the look that something just aint right
(These K-Star beats)
Been on my grind
Had to tell you bae that we gone be alright
I'm traumatized
Take your time with me girl we gone get it right
Whats on yo mind
I could tell from the look that something just aint right
So sick and tired
But still need me round her arms to sleep at night
Been on my grind
I had to tell you bae that we gone be alright
I know you tired of it
But you with me you my thug
Never let these hoes get in the way of what we built up
My ex mad she can't get my love
Do whatever tryna fill that void
They ain't none but some groupie ass hoes in my dm
Just tryna mess this up
Lot of money coming in I ran it up
And you motivate me just to stack it up
Really spinning on niggas quit acting tough
It's gone be a murder one
Lot of permanent scares from how it was
Bitch you cross that line with me you done
Want you let a young nigga come show you some
You gone get the bag just fill it up
I'm traumatized
Take your time with me girl we gone get it right
Whats on yo mind
I could tell from the look that something just aint right
So sick and tired
But still need me round her arms to sleep at night
Been on my grind
I had to tell you bae that we gone be alright
Whats on yo mind I could tell from the look that something just aint right
(These K-Star beats)
Been on my grind
Had to tell you bae that we gone be alright
I'm traumatized
Take your time with me girl we gone get it right
Whats on yo mind
I could tell from the look that something just aint right
So sick and tired
But still need me round her arms to sleep at night
Been on my grind
I had to tell you bae that we gone be alright
I know you tired of it
But you with me you my thug
Never let these hoes get in the way of what we built up
My ex mad she can't get my love
Do whatever tryna fill that void
They ain't none but some groupie ass hoes in my dm
Just tryna mess this up
Lot of money coming in I ran it up
And you motivate me just to stack it up
Really spinning on niggas quit acting tough
It's gone be a murder one
Lot of permanent scares from how it was
Bitch you cross that line with me you done
Want you let a young nigga come show you some
You gone get the bag just fill it up
I'm traumatized
Take your time with me girl we gone get it right
Whats on yo mind
I could tell from the look that something just aint right
So sick and tired
But still need me round her arms to sleep at night
Been on my grind
I had to tell you bae that we gone be alright
Credits
Writer(s): Cortez Marquis Gipson, Raynard E Carlton
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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