Mad With Me
God damn why she mad with me
Uncle Sam put the tags on me
And then he put the tax on me
Unpaid time I gets mine that's factually
But why she so upset with me
And said the truth would set me free
The biggest lie told to me
I'm so cold it's winter time put the froze on me
Cruising down the street with my beach on
Now my team on
And they mad they can't be us
Teaching game that's like every season
Why they leave us in the dust like a sprinkle
And that's my old bay different seasons
Different reasons earth and wind these the reasons
The reasons
The reasons
And I know that when she turns to me it's time don't got the time girl
And I know that when she says love on me it's mine
Im sick of lying
This the type of love I could never sell it
When we fuck I ain't ever telling
This the type of bitch ion like dealing
With these type man I got that feeling
This that new shit and I'm kinda tempted
By these bitches
But this the reason, but this the reason
Why these bitches so mad with me
I thought they would be glad to see
I only keep trash bags with me.
I travel and I move light that's factually
I think they only notice me
And I think they fucking know it's me
Siri be controlling me
So show me media that I'm supposed to see
And I know that when she turns to me it's time don't got the time girl
And I know that when she says love on me it's mine
Im sick of lying
The type of love I could never sell it
When we fuck I ain't ever tell it
When we touch imma still feel it
On these drugs we ain't ever ending
Uncle Sam put the tags on me
And then he put the tax on me
Unpaid time I gets mine that's factually
But why she so upset with me
And said the truth would set me free
The biggest lie told to me
I'm so cold it's winter time put the froze on me
Cruising down the street with my beach on
Now my team on
And they mad they can't be us
Teaching game that's like every season
Why they leave us in the dust like a sprinkle
And that's my old bay different seasons
Different reasons earth and wind these the reasons
The reasons
The reasons
And I know that when she turns to me it's time don't got the time girl
And I know that when she says love on me it's mine
Im sick of lying
This the type of love I could never sell it
When we fuck I ain't ever telling
This the type of bitch ion like dealing
With these type man I got that feeling
This that new shit and I'm kinda tempted
By these bitches
But this the reason, but this the reason
Why these bitches so mad with me
I thought they would be glad to see
I only keep trash bags with me.
I travel and I move light that's factually
I think they only notice me
And I think they fucking know it's me
Siri be controlling me
So show me media that I'm supposed to see
And I know that when she turns to me it's time don't got the time girl
And I know that when she says love on me it's mine
Im sick of lying
The type of love I could never sell it
When we fuck I ain't ever tell it
When we touch imma still feel it
On these drugs we ain't ever ending
Credits
Writer(s): Montell Walton
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