late hours - Remix

She getting older with time but I love the chase for me
I know she probably only hopes for love like me
And faithfully she used to love a boy like me
But she broken hearted
Hope departed
Hopeless
Profess
What the boy went started
I got so involved in all his problems
And now I see why she loving to play with hearts
Throwing darts and using uno reverse cards
Not uno I mean playing last card
'Cause she got all her suits and ties
And drops the last jacked king of hearts when she wanna fake love

And I been
Tryna' try it
Tryna' get out of my head
She say she love me but now I'm here and I ain't invited
We talk about our future I know that we uninspired
And now I'm crying
My insecurities so flagrant that it show
I say I trust her but 2 am I'm checking phones
Let it go
If she hold my hand
I'm squeezing hard I'm scared that I'ma lose her
If I wake up and don't see her face
She found another loser
I ain't perfect nowhere near
I'ma get my message to her
I be messing up at times but the bad times we getting through them
I know that love a crazy ride
I need an oil change just to stay afloat
I stress when she don't text that's why I'm steady puffing hella dro
Phone might be a weapon
I got access to whatever ho' I need
But self control my greatest strength
This what Aaron wrote
If sixteen ain't enough
I may need 20
'Cause I'd rather have two dimes than be balling on blood money

Thinking everything will live but our love honey
It's 2 am and you just looking for a cuddle buddy
She kinda nosy with a limp so her nose runny
So I keep my phone turned off 'till it's bright and sunny
But I've been spiraling
I'm silencing all thoughts
Enlightening bad broads
And dialing phone calls
She got a new phone bro
She don't wanna talk no more
She been a different person ever since you went solo
And photos
Live in my mind
Sickening my heart up inside
Where I reside
Living and fitting in like I'm a skeleton
I need a medicine
I need to discipline
All of my regimen
Yeah I'm a gentleman
I'm not the same as him
We're not a synonym

(Breathe bro breathe, relax)

Strapped to a vagabond who wonders in thoughts
Spread out emotions to an audience who laughs and applauds
My love was free but shorty wanted something that a cost
And if I'm honest shorty I would rather let myself fall
Down in the hallways
Finding love in different small states
With false taste
Overthinking till I can't walk straight
On my rate
Baby we should let ourself migrate
To my place
Filling up our minds with a migraine
And eye pain
Painting all the faces that I crave
My soul's brave
Talking bout' the feelings that I waste
But I hate
Spreading everything that we know
Granted baby you my type but you ain't something I wrote



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Writer(s): Vince Apilado
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