Mtv

I hope you remember this when I'm on MTV
I hope you feel this way when I'm so out of reach
Shorty, I know your needs
I know you need this shorty
I know your needs
Yeah

I see the future
It didn't past me
Present and accounted for
Now where's my grammy
(The award goes to)
L U K A Z
Fuck you mean
Getting tired
I don't lean
This place is so serene
Man just wait 'til I get seen
(Where)
On TRL
Didn't catch that b a r
Mama said I "Did so well"
Mind is locked up in the cell
Make sure I don't end up stale
This ain't no matrix my nigga this is hell

Too many times I tried
Too many times I lied
Too many times I hide myself
When I'm by myself I can tell that my soul is tired
Show you things that have caught my eye
Caught my vibe but you lose grip, I'm
Dead inside I despise
Late nights in your grapevine
I'm drunk off your wine
I'm tired of waiting for you in my feelings tonight
I'm tired of being there for you when you like it's right
I'm tired of waiting for you in my feelings tonight
I'm too tired, I'm too tired

I hope you remember this when I'm on MTV
I hope you feel this way when I'm so out of reach
Shorty, I know your needs
I know you need this shorty
I know your needs
Yeah
I hope you remember this when I'm on MTV
I hope you feel this way when I'm so out of reach
Shorty, I know your needs
I know you need this shorty
I know your needs
I know you need this shorty
I know ya

Better than you thought
When was the last time you gave a fuck
Man that shit so odd
To even lie to my face like that
And tell me you care
Playing my feelings like Nintendo
Bro that shit ain't fair
Nah that shit ain't fair
You gon' regret what you did to me
I'ma be on your TV screen
Fancy cars, I'll have 15
I'ma rub it in your face
I'll let you know that I'm doing great
Growing stacks at a smooth pace
Yeah (Yeah)

Late at night, clarified
All the reason why you left my side
Had reclined
On someone else who even gave a fuck
Otherwise, would've been still
With this parasite, deep inside
Nowhere close to homicide
Want me to go, better know (Homicide)
They fall, I already know
Left my love right now for you
And now we're fucking in a dark black room
But I'm fucking on you

I hope you remember this when I'm on MTV
I hope you feel this way when I'm so out of reach
Shorty, I know your needs
I know you need this shorty
I know your needs
Yeah
I hope you remember this when I'm on MTV
I hope you feel this way when I'm so out of reach
Shorty, I know your needs
I know you need this shorty
I know your needs

This the ending of the title
The question that is vital
The answer in subtitles
Memorizing it in recital
And I keep it bottled up
I throw it bottoms up
What I'm drinkin' in my cup
It's none of ya business
I'm sad
Nah I'm happy
I'm glad
Nah I'm grumpy
I'm mad
I'm bipolar
I'm happy that you didn't
Even if you really could
Last stop last minute
I'm happy in my limit
A victory when I sip it
I'm gone

Trace the floor over
I won't see
Spend your time dancing through my scenes
Pick up from the door to my seat
Flash by, head spun out
Blue in dreams



Credits
Writer(s): Bleachers Only Child, Brody-lee Knowles, Colin Benton, Jackson Montalvo, Paul Gentle, Pedro Alvarado, Zachary Villegas
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