Paper

You had me so high you would think I'm addicted
I thought I need you a lot
Went from raw sex to us actin like opps
Every time you bein sneaky I'm blocked
I'm the bad guy I hear it a lot
I'm the full package when I'm in your box
She buggin thinkin imma chase her
I am a nigga with paper

You must be buggin, you SHITTIN me kiddin me
Thinking I'm chasin you
I ain't even chase my dreams till I was like 22
My life consist of pretty women money and 42
You ain't expect me to level up, now you don't know what to do

I'm emotionally challenged I don't feel at all
Expensive designer to cover the scars
A lot on my chest and got half of a heart
Talkin bout my past is bringing me far
Reminiscing, don't assume who involved
My music is therapy
Never got clarity
Why would you do what you did
I just charge to the game and move on with the shit
I just got a new crib with my bitch and my bitch
Emotion 50/50 but always makes cents
I might buy a new car if I don't like the tint
And she always leave me empty I fill her rent
Tryna keep up with me follow colleagues and friends
Is you sneaky or nosey bitch make it make sense

So high you would think I'm addicted
I thought I need you a lot
Went from raw sex to us actin like opps
Every time you bein sneaky I'm blocked
I'm the bad guy I hear it a lot
I'm the full package when I'm in your box
She buggin thinkin imma chase her
I am a nigga with paper

You must be buggin, you SHITTIN me kiddin me
Thinking I'm chasin you
I ain't even chase my dreams till I was like 22
My life consist of pretty women money and 42
You ain't expect me to level up, now you don't know what to do



Credits
Writer(s): Donny Mapes
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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