Holiday
You practice kama sutra
But suitors don't suit you
You've got a couple of stitches now
To keep your heart from bleeding out
And ain't that the price you pay
To live with the mess you've made
Bless up to the ones I love
You're holding me down, I know
I said baby, gon' let your down
Treat it like a holiday, they tryna cut the mail off anyway
I'll body anybody tryna see me on a sidewalk
Fix it quicker than election with the sly talk
Pimpin' out in public, you can catch it with a vibe on
That's just what I'm on, sing like it it's my last song
But I hope this ain't our last song
I'm like hold up, wait a minute
Can I even call you mine
I was tripping for a minute
That was only for the time though
I mean, what better way to show you
Drop a pin baby, I'ma come through
Something like the sunshine, feel it all around me
Like holy water tryna drown me
I mean what better way to get it off
I hope your momma ain't pissed off now
Outside your window, boom box like a movie
I just hope you do see
I said baby, gon' let your down
Treat it like a holiday, they tryna cut the mail off anyway
I'll body anybody tryna see me on a sidewalk
Fix it quicker than election with the sly talk
Pimpin' out in public, you can catch it with a vibe on
That's just what I'm on, sing like it it's my last song
But I hope this ain't our last song
Hope this ain't our last song
You got me checking for you
Just like the coat check
I'm tryna be cold together
Hope you ain't grabbing your coat yet
They don't want us to work out (Baby slow down)
But we got Bowflex
They better watch how they talk about us (Yeah we work out)
We don't take no threats
We don't fall victim to rumors or gossip (Really don't now)
We don't have no stress
Don't wanna hear old stories about old boos (Can you stay around)
Leave em' in past tense
Mess with my chick or my cash (What's the word now)
Definitely gon' need you a surgeon
I'm making more than a surgeon (Yeah it go down)
I can't even help how I'm working
She fell in love with the bag (Where you going now)
Just might go get her a Birkin
Whatever you doing it's working (Can you stay around)
She fell in love with the splurging
But suitors don't suit you
You've got a couple of stitches now
To keep your heart from bleeding out
And ain't that the price you pay
To live with the mess you've made
Bless up to the ones I love
You're holding me down, I know
I said baby, gon' let your down
Treat it like a holiday, they tryna cut the mail off anyway
I'll body anybody tryna see me on a sidewalk
Fix it quicker than election with the sly talk
Pimpin' out in public, you can catch it with a vibe on
That's just what I'm on, sing like it it's my last song
But I hope this ain't our last song
I'm like hold up, wait a minute
Can I even call you mine
I was tripping for a minute
That was only for the time though
I mean, what better way to show you
Drop a pin baby, I'ma come through
Something like the sunshine, feel it all around me
Like holy water tryna drown me
I mean what better way to get it off
I hope your momma ain't pissed off now
Outside your window, boom box like a movie
I just hope you do see
I said baby, gon' let your down
Treat it like a holiday, they tryna cut the mail off anyway
I'll body anybody tryna see me on a sidewalk
Fix it quicker than election with the sly talk
Pimpin' out in public, you can catch it with a vibe on
That's just what I'm on, sing like it it's my last song
But I hope this ain't our last song
Hope this ain't our last song
You got me checking for you
Just like the coat check
I'm tryna be cold together
Hope you ain't grabbing your coat yet
They don't want us to work out (Baby slow down)
But we got Bowflex
They better watch how they talk about us (Yeah we work out)
We don't take no threats
We don't fall victim to rumors or gossip (Really don't now)
We don't have no stress
Don't wanna hear old stories about old boos (Can you stay around)
Leave em' in past tense
Mess with my chick or my cash (What's the word now)
Definitely gon' need you a surgeon
I'm making more than a surgeon (Yeah it go down)
I can't even help how I'm working
She fell in love with the bag (Where you going now)
Just might go get her a Birkin
Whatever you doing it's working (Can you stay around)
She fell in love with the splurging
Credits
Writer(s): Just Terry
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