Re-up

Running low running low
It's time to re-up on your love
Don't keep me waiting
Make it home
It's time to re-up on your love

Thoughts is on many

Ride through the city
Got smoke with you and I got that smoke in me
Told you I'm fine told you like really
Told you my heart was concealed like the blikie
But you still act like you ready for Emmys
But you still act like a cup full of Lizzy
I just lean back like I'm Joey or Remy
Akeem and Semmi, African pendant
Feeling like pendulums spin when I pen it
All of that shit that I said I had meant it
All of that shit that I said I admit it
You got my heart out on rent like a tenant
Got me upended I'm feeling stupendous
Then I'm back out fore I finish my
Then I'm right back like I finished my sentence
Girl I'm not preaching or reaching or tripping
Bird in a pine how you sit on my mind
You running around don't fiddle with fye
You fumble and flip when I riddle my rhyme
Jump on my line, hop in my dm
Hit me up late when you know that I be up
Hit me up late when you know that I be up
Running on E come to you for the re up

I know you love me
But right now you don't rock with me
How can I focus when
You in this mood you in
You saw the work put in
I wasn't as polished then
Count my blessings and my Benjamin's
Count me out if you ain't in the mix

Running low running low
It's time to re-up on your love
Don't keep me waiting
Make it home
It's time to re-up on your love

Running low running low
It's time to re-up on your love
Don't keep me waiting
Make it home
It's time to re-up on your love

You saw the work put in
I wasn't as polished then
Count my blessings and my Benjamin's
Count me out if you ain't in the mix



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Writer(s): Gerron Frisby, Michael Carr
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