Sour (feat. BabyEros)
Hol' up, Hol' up, Hol' up
Why you stressing, what you mad for
This is what you asked for'
Baby let the past go
Hol' up, Hol' up, Hol' up
Why you stressing, what you mad for
This is what you asked for'
Baby let the past go
Why you do me like that and put that knife in my back
Can't never take you out,
You don't know how to act, I
Leave it in a past life
And you scared of the truth, that's why you don't ever ask right
Now we both in our bag like
Ain't no time to be sour
Investing my time but I'm losing these hours
Cloudy as ever so we taking rain showers I
Got a pack of sour skittles
With a couple instrumentals
Ain't no erasers on my pencils
This is not coincidental
Look, I meant what I said
Always gripping your phone, hanging on by a thread
Was losing my mind but I lost you instead
I washed all my sheets but yo' smell in my bed, I
I think I'm starting to realize
That you're my favorite passtime
But I swear this is the last time
No, I swear that this the last time
Swear that this the
If I wasn't fuckin' sour I would say I missed her
But even if I did she don't ever listen
Always saying that I'm lying, hella repetition
Why you living in the past, always reminiscing'
Hol' up, Hol' up, Hol' up
Why you stressing, what you mad for
This is what you asked for'
Baby let the past go
Hol' up, Hol' up, Hol' up
Why you stressing, what you mad for
This is what you asked for'
Baby let the past go
Hol' up, Hol' up, Hol' up
Why you stressing, what you mad for
This is what you asked for'
Baby let the past go
Hol' up, Hol' up, Hol' up
Why you stressing, what you mad for
This is what you asked for'
Baby let the past go
Hold up, hold up, hold up,
I been stressin' bout the past though
Movin' way to fast, don't wanna leave this on a bad note
Fuck it, ima push let's make amends Ill win my battle
Leave a bad impression, put some pressure in your blood flow
Fuck it, I'm a fake but I'll break your fuckin' back, hoe
Got some time to waste so I made a few plans, know
That I'm a few steps from the ledge, no Death Note
Lookin' at ya' sideways, clockwise tongue stroke
Lost in lust though, don't know who to trust, no
Place to fuckin' call home
Is this what you fuckin' want
No, give me space, I'm a waste
Get the fuck out of my face
This is not the time or place
I ain't ever gonna chase that shit
Why you stressing, what you mad for
This is what you asked for'
Baby let the past go
Hol' up, Hol' up, Hol' up
Why you stressing, what you mad for
This is what you asked for'
Baby let the past go
Why you do me like that and put that knife in my back
Can't never take you out,
You don't know how to act, I
Leave it in a past life
And you scared of the truth, that's why you don't ever ask right
Now we both in our bag like
Ain't no time to be sour
Investing my time but I'm losing these hours
Cloudy as ever so we taking rain showers I
Got a pack of sour skittles
With a couple instrumentals
Ain't no erasers on my pencils
This is not coincidental
Look, I meant what I said
Always gripping your phone, hanging on by a thread
Was losing my mind but I lost you instead
I washed all my sheets but yo' smell in my bed, I
I think I'm starting to realize
That you're my favorite passtime
But I swear this is the last time
No, I swear that this the last time
Swear that this the
If I wasn't fuckin' sour I would say I missed her
But even if I did she don't ever listen
Always saying that I'm lying, hella repetition
Why you living in the past, always reminiscing'
Hol' up, Hol' up, Hol' up
Why you stressing, what you mad for
This is what you asked for'
Baby let the past go
Hol' up, Hol' up, Hol' up
Why you stressing, what you mad for
This is what you asked for'
Baby let the past go
Hol' up, Hol' up, Hol' up
Why you stressing, what you mad for
This is what you asked for'
Baby let the past go
Hol' up, Hol' up, Hol' up
Why you stressing, what you mad for
This is what you asked for'
Baby let the past go
Hold up, hold up, hold up,
I been stressin' bout the past though
Movin' way to fast, don't wanna leave this on a bad note
Fuck it, ima push let's make amends Ill win my battle
Leave a bad impression, put some pressure in your blood flow
Fuck it, I'm a fake but I'll break your fuckin' back, hoe
Got some time to waste so I made a few plans, know
That I'm a few steps from the ledge, no Death Note
Lookin' at ya' sideways, clockwise tongue stroke
Lost in lust though, don't know who to trust, no
Place to fuckin' call home
Is this what you fuckin' want
No, give me space, I'm a waste
Get the fuck out of my face
This is not the time or place
I ain't ever gonna chase that shit
Credits
Writer(s): Torrey Gray
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