Oldies

She don't like the things that she don't understand
Independent but she hold onto her man, yeah
She be thinkin' 'til she overload her head
And she got me in a daze, got the sweetest aftertaste, I've been
Fiendin' like it's Nikki, Imma need a drag
I've been blowin' cash like I don't need it back
And it's blowing up my head, all the bullshit that we said
Wish that I could take it back, 'cause it's gettin' in the way
Got me slumpin' through a haze every day
Got this feelin that my body on decay
Bumpin' K in the basement, hate it, wish you felt the same
But I'm not the one to push it, I'm the one to stay in pain, yeah
Over explained, I'm a fan of your mistakes
And I hope I'm never one, I've been thinkin 'bout the stakes
What it takes, better mend it 'fore it breaks, dissipates
Why have we been actin' silly? I can't look you in the face, yeah

At the crib in the bath, bumpin' oldies
I should probably spend some time with my homies
I've been thinkin all this time you don't know me
You don't know me
Thought I had, but I lack, what I'm mad at
And my ass full of wrath what I'm bad at
I've been gettin' yeah, gettin' past that
Gettin' past that

Thought it was good, but you know that your boy would
Think about it over and over and over and over
Underfoot, but I'm misunderstood, why you do that?
Wish nobody would tell me just what I should
Well fuck that, I don't need that, Imma
Keep walkin' on my beat path, and I
Don't listen, made escapin' this prison my mission
Everything I've written to my women and children, my men
Going through it that have fallen and risen to places
That be ridding your vision of venom and mind
Bendin', I prescribe my medicine, like psilocin
Let me just connect, I love the vibes your body send
Wait, I'm a slave to my fate, and I crave something great
Want a change, but you don't wanna change your mind state
Thought I wanted time alone, but I had that
Show me love, and I promise Imma match that

At the crib in the bath, bumpin' oldies
I should probably spend some time with my homies
I've been thinkin all this time you don't know me
You don't know me
Thought I had, but I lack, what I'm mad at
And my ass full of wrath what I'm bad at
I've been gettin' yeah, gettin' past that
Gettin' past that



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Writer(s): Dylan Barglof
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