Let It Be Me

If you're a freak then we can get along
Brodi got him the pack off him, get it on gone
Bad bitch, I wanna get it on
Late nights in the booth making sing alongs
My brodi styling, I don't hit the mall
Switching up, it don't surprise me, I done seen it all
Get two on, turn my feelings off
She been walking 'round the crib, she ain't got no draws

I came out Kentucky, I just wanna ball
I ain't got no kids, put 'em in her jaw
I'm sighting seeing with the birds I don't wanna fall
I just hit a punch line, smile then they bird call
Got the crib looking like a dance hall
Be careful what you wish for, I want it all
I had to move back home, it's been too long
Put my phone on airplane mode, a bunch of missed calls
You choosing, baby, let it be me
I make amends, I ain't got a broken dream
Hit it from the back, make her run like Scream
Murder scene outside, inside ice cream
Real southern boy like a glass of ice tea
I've been glowing, moonshine, light beam
It used to be a thrill now it don't entice me
I'm about to fuck it up, I don't tread lightly
I could meet you out west like a quick draw
That shit come up out of nowhere like a pitfall
She just started catching feelings made my dick soft
I'ma put the pieces all together like a jigsaw
I can't let go, they trying to take my eggo
I just took a three point five, kill my ego
You keep talking all that shit, bitch we know
I'ma get the perfect take, I'ma kill a c note

If you're a freak then we can get along
Brodi got him the pack off him, get it on gone
Bad bitch, I wanna get it on
Late nights in the booth making sing alongs
My brodi styling, I don't hit the mall
Switching up, it don't surprise me, I done seen it all
A Get two on, turn my feelings off
She been walking 'round the crib she ain't got no draws

I could take the jump shot, I could pass it back
I'm with a ten out of ten doing sassafras
I know you want the old thing, you can't have it back
I'm back at it, I guess I got my habits back
Fuck it, I need my flowers
Freak hoe wanna fuck for an hour
I'ma pull it off and you ain't ever think about it
Long legs, thoroughbred, Kentucky bred, she's a stallion

If you're a freak then we can get along
Brodi got him the pack off him, get it on gone
Bad bitch, I wanna get it on
Late nights in the booth making sing alongs
My brodi styling, I don't hit the mall
Switching up, it don't surprise me, I done seen it all
Get two on, turn my feelings off
She been walking 'round the crib, she ain't got no draws



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Writer(s): Taylor Spoon
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