Right Occasion
Right occasion
I feel like a new man I feel way more patient
Take it day by day you cannot rush it baby
These days I don't really trip off nothin' baby
These days I don't trip I just celebrate it
Countin' all my blessings it ain't much but shit its somethin' baby
I just wanna take it further up the numbers baby
I just wanna see your face when I'm on tour in your country
Couple grudges
I'll admit I'm still bitter it's a touchy subject
They told me I didn't listen shit I really loved ya
How the fuck am I supposed to love somebody how I used to love ya
How the fuck am I supposed to trust somebody how I used to trust ya
Fuck it
All I need is something simple I can't fall in love now
I told shorty slide for some wine and a little rub down
She came right away she doesn't mess around I love it
It took me a minute to accept it but I'm back in action
I been back to backin'
I tell baby girl come thru and then I hit another one up after
Open with 'em up front I don't do the actin'
I just keep it real I don't do behind the back shit
Never passive
I'm about that action
Pullin' it from deep throw a triple up like Tyler shit is splashy
On that tit for tat shit
If you tryna send a message, Ima send one back
If you make a move Ima match it
I don't shy away from contact
I go head up, I go at ya
Shoot my shot Jimmy Butler with the floater touch is magic
Off the glass, off the backboard
Fuck my last girl, you can have her
I just tapped into a whole different level you can't match it
I can sing it, I can rap it
Let it go, then brought it back and
did it different, with some new shit
Really got me in my bag now
I go silly, I go stupid
I'm a multi-genre athlete
Niked' down 'cause I just do it
Pinky ring and checked up tracksuit
Just like Chrissy just like Paulie
No sopranos my gumbares
Back room eating penne, talking business
Up front they do laundry
It's legit I'm never frontin'
I am not the one to come at
If you try to come for this me and some guineas comin' right back
I put my life on it, I would die for it
I'm tryna make it to the top I don't have time for ya (I don't have the time)
Once you give an inch they gon' take it and run (Happens every time)
I gave you my all and that was way too much
I put my life on it, I would die for it
I'm tryna make it to the top I don't have time for ya (I don't have the time)
Once you give an inch they gon' take it and run (Happens every time)
I gave you my all and that was...
I feel like a new man I feel way more patient
Take it day by day you cannot rush it baby
These days I don't really trip off nothin' baby
These days I don't trip I just celebrate it
Countin' all my blessings it ain't much but shit its somethin' baby
I just wanna take it further up the numbers baby
I just wanna see your face when I'm on tour in your country
Couple grudges
I'll admit I'm still bitter it's a touchy subject
They told me I didn't listen shit I really loved ya
How the fuck am I supposed to love somebody how I used to love ya
How the fuck am I supposed to trust somebody how I used to trust ya
Fuck it
All I need is something simple I can't fall in love now
I told shorty slide for some wine and a little rub down
She came right away she doesn't mess around I love it
It took me a minute to accept it but I'm back in action
I been back to backin'
I tell baby girl come thru and then I hit another one up after
Open with 'em up front I don't do the actin'
I just keep it real I don't do behind the back shit
Never passive
I'm about that action
Pullin' it from deep throw a triple up like Tyler shit is splashy
On that tit for tat shit
If you tryna send a message, Ima send one back
If you make a move Ima match it
I don't shy away from contact
I go head up, I go at ya
Shoot my shot Jimmy Butler with the floater touch is magic
Off the glass, off the backboard
Fuck my last girl, you can have her
I just tapped into a whole different level you can't match it
I can sing it, I can rap it
Let it go, then brought it back and
did it different, with some new shit
Really got me in my bag now
I go silly, I go stupid
I'm a multi-genre athlete
Niked' down 'cause I just do it
Pinky ring and checked up tracksuit
Just like Chrissy just like Paulie
No sopranos my gumbares
Back room eating penne, talking business
Up front they do laundry
It's legit I'm never frontin'
I am not the one to come at
If you try to come for this me and some guineas comin' right back
I put my life on it, I would die for it
I'm tryna make it to the top I don't have time for ya (I don't have the time)
Once you give an inch they gon' take it and run (Happens every time)
I gave you my all and that was way too much
I put my life on it, I would die for it
I'm tryna make it to the top I don't have time for ya (I don't have the time)
Once you give an inch they gon' take it and run (Happens every time)
I gave you my all and that was...
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Writer(s): Julian Versace
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