Monte Flee Tee

Falling right back to my feelings
I said I wouldn't fall in love again, she is too appealing
She sent some pics they are too revealing
You know they too explicit to post
They say don't hate the player, hate the game
Well shit I hate the coach
And all them fake friends I thought was genuine I hate the most
And shit, I ain't wanna make it bout you but let's make a toast
Let's make it fast, I got shit to do
They can line any other shorty up, I'm picking you
But that was hypothetical so don't let that shit get to you
Yeah... take an uber, plane or train just to get to you no front
It don't matter we can take a flight, Paris just for lunch
Shorty we can do it all, it don't matter what you want

Yeah, what you want from me
What I need from you
I see you seeing me, what we playing peekaboo
Nowadays we don't speak but still did the unspeakable

Yeah, still did the unthinkable
But I still... butI still think of you
Wondering if the connection is still feasible
Sometimes feelings come and go just like they seasonal
We ain't talked in hella long but I'm still reachable
She said I'm such a know it all but I'm still teachable
I'm so hard head
She drive me crazy car head
I live in light years mean I'm far head
Of everybody in this universe
Yeah I promise you get better if you do the work
Yeah I promise I do better fuck who do it first
Yeah... and fuck who do it next
I need it expeditious I can't do a check
And the neck was so good I can't do the sex
Yeah sike nah
This shit get Monday night raw
This shit get ugly it hit nightfall
She took my soul I feel like Nightcrawl
She took my heart ripped it apart
I think it's Karma that shit well served
I'm feeling swell I'm well herbed
Please pay attention while the world turns
And while the blunt burns, shit bridges too
One of them might hit, but shit you better of by getting two
Take a trip to Charlotte, hit the stu I feel like Bridges do
Fucking with the girl that stay next door, I feel like Bridget's dude
I got homies and they really run it up they doing digits dude
If you want the sauce, I know the boss you can get busy too
And you know I'm with my twizzies too
Turban on my head my face ain't visible
It's crazy this was posed to be an interlude
It's crazy til this day yeah I'm still into you
The times that I enter you
The times you speaking to me like an interview
And we ain't talked in weeks, I go to sleep I still be seeing you
What that mean, it's posed to be me and you

Yeah... what you want from me
I can see in you
What you see in me... everything