Tamiko Jones
Tell me I'm far out like Pluto
Tell me I'm getting this two tone
Seeing the distance is cool though
Leaving is easy for rude hoes
Fuck you im chilling with who knows?
No not a psychic I know that my cellular phone, blown
Call me tomorrow I'm home, grown
Stuck to my ways I'm chasing these cold, flows
Tossing a bitch to get to my soul stone
C low I'm strumming she keeping an old soul
Tell me I'm odd you missing some chromosomes
North or south she working the pole
Leave it alone she working from home
And
Went in and got a new tat (Tat)
Smiley up under my hand (Hand)
Crack up a laugh, we getting attached
I see your fortune only you gotta hand over the bag (Gimme da bag, gimme da bag)
Call me if it's too late I know I can turn you on
Went in for the finish and I left there on my own
Anytime you need I'm ready standing by my phone
If you keep picking it up, who gon leave you alone?
Pour me
Pour me a glass
I got a story
Plenty of moments sorry in fact
Grab a sherry, try and relax (Look)
Started off innocent
In a relationship
In a way it wasn't shit
No sun in our city
A pocket of misery
Rocking a sundress in snowy degrees
Hardly could talk to your figure
I figure what jokes I have?
Sat in the back
On a one way to the city
We shooting the shitty and laugh
Stop for a glizzy
You hit me right back
Nothing important
This or a that
Always important
Never not boring
Who could be falling this fast?
Fell through the cracks
Signals mixed in the bag
Interval periods
Intimate, personal, serious
Lil adventures just to be nearest
So now can you hear it?
What're we fearing?
Who lacking backbone
Our moment passed on
I'm stuck in a space its racing away
Fantasy makes too many mistakes
It's too late to say and said anyway
And what does that make?
Call me if it's too late I know I can turn you on
Went in for the finish and I left there on my own
Anytime you need somebody standing by their phone
If you keep fucking it up, who gon leave you alone?
Tell me I'm getting this two tone
Seeing the distance is cool though
Leaving is easy for rude hoes
Fuck you im chilling with who knows?
No not a psychic I know that my cellular phone, blown
Call me tomorrow I'm home, grown
Stuck to my ways I'm chasing these cold, flows
Tossing a bitch to get to my soul stone
C low I'm strumming she keeping an old soul
Tell me I'm odd you missing some chromosomes
North or south she working the pole
Leave it alone she working from home
And
Went in and got a new tat (Tat)
Smiley up under my hand (Hand)
Crack up a laugh, we getting attached
I see your fortune only you gotta hand over the bag (Gimme da bag, gimme da bag)
Call me if it's too late I know I can turn you on
Went in for the finish and I left there on my own
Anytime you need I'm ready standing by my phone
If you keep picking it up, who gon leave you alone?
Pour me
Pour me a glass
I got a story
Plenty of moments sorry in fact
Grab a sherry, try and relax (Look)
Started off innocent
In a relationship
In a way it wasn't shit
No sun in our city
A pocket of misery
Rocking a sundress in snowy degrees
Hardly could talk to your figure
I figure what jokes I have?
Sat in the back
On a one way to the city
We shooting the shitty and laugh
Stop for a glizzy
You hit me right back
Nothing important
This or a that
Always important
Never not boring
Who could be falling this fast?
Fell through the cracks
Signals mixed in the bag
Interval periods
Intimate, personal, serious
Lil adventures just to be nearest
So now can you hear it?
What're we fearing?
Who lacking backbone
Our moment passed on
I'm stuck in a space its racing away
Fantasy makes too many mistakes
It's too late to say and said anyway
And what does that make?
Call me if it's too late I know I can turn you on
Went in for the finish and I left there on my own
Anytime you need somebody standing by their phone
If you keep fucking it up, who gon leave you alone?
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Writer(s): Emil Irimpan
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