Careful!

When you blowin' up my phone
Gettin' petty, making out like you were already gone
It's like "woah"
I guess I should've known
You could take a bat to my head, to my skull, yuh
I'ma play it dumb like I don't even know
How this probably gonna go 'till she get me like "woah" (woah)
The food is getting cold little psycho (little psycho)
Leading me around and I'm following, shit
Maybe I could be dead by tomorrow (by tomorrow)
(Woah)
So I'm riding in the whip
You can't even call it quits
Doing shit you wouldn't tell your doctor what (woah)
Take a bite out of the apple
Momma boutta win the raffle
She told me you best be careful where you walk! (Woah)
Tread lightly and don't come off unsightly
Don't be pulling Spike Lees, this ain't a fuckin' film
This is real life, G, you gotta play it tightly
Don't seek out the tightrope, you'll spiral
(Woah)
You hear these chords? They're hopeful
(Hopeful)
Yeah, let me put some words on 'em for you, you know?
A little something like this
I should be running from you
But I can't budge
(Woah, aye)
So I'm riding in the whip
You can't even call it quits
Doing shit you wouldn't tell your doctor what (woah)
Take a bite out of the apple
Momma boutta win the raffle
She told me you best be careful where you
Fucked up like a whore in a penthouse
Fucked up like the road that I been down
Fucked up 'cause I don't wanna feel down
Fucked up so I can't even fix now (agh)
Got her like a wheel, no grease (agh)
And I'm WD-40 (agh)
It's the sound that I need, babygirl gimme that (agh)
(Woah)
I should be running from you
But I can't budge
Yeah I'm still pulling through
Until it gets to be too much
(Woah)
No, no, no run that shit back, it wasn't hard enough
(Woah, hard enough)
(Hard enough)
(Woah)
(Woah) Pressure and heat, pressure cooking the beat uh
I think I burn my hand every time that I huh
(Woah)



Credits
Writer(s): Conner O'kane
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