Mennis
If you don't love me like that
It don't mean a thing
If I told you
I like that
Would you think, think
I won the lottery
And take you shopping
And ooh, ooh papi
I got that tsunami
And you got me happy
Like I got the last thing
If you said I'm high but
I don't need you asking
Demo version
If I said it then I meant it
If I said it bitch I meant it
If I (If I)
Said it (Said it)
Then I (Then I)
Meant it (Meant it)
If I (If I)
Said it (Said it)
Bitch I (Bitch I)
Meant it (Meant it)
Well hello again
Neurosurgeon
I'm in your head
And you're the person trying to get me good
Nobody gets me
It's good like that
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
She asked me
(Well tell me it's better now)
Whats the mission tonight
Aight, right
I got some things in mind
(It's getting there, I'm pulling the threads)
I got a space for you
I gotta stop my options
I got a favourite type
I got a favourite type
(You're stressing me out)
You gotta face it now
No I don't wait in line
(I can't get off the couch)
I know how to take my time
I'll be there when you fantasize
I know your standards high
But imma inhabit your life
Gold standard, bitch
No I'm not camera shy
Medusa and Midas
You hard as a brick yeah
Uh, suck my mother fucking dick yeah
Real tongueing like a trick yeah
Old dog motherfucker
I'm the bitch yeah
Picture perfect reference of you
Signature like getting tattoo
He said forget about it
Let's cut it loose
I wipe my memory like every afternoon
I wipe my memory like every afternoon
Picture perfect reference to you
I put my name down on two stone tablets
I'm stuck in your brain
Like a few white capsules
And you so fragile
And when you say it
You wanna break it right after
If you take it to the bank
That's a fools gold cash-in
You so bad
And you so magic
(You so bad, ah)
Never took off
For the record
I just took on an apprentice
And nothing hits like self awareness
Just how much that you're in your head
It's incredible
How careless your self care is
In all fairness
I'm in the fight as well
The mind can swell
And I get it
But come on (come on)
Come on (come on)
Yeah
You don't need closure
You need to look at it closer
She asked me
Whats the mission tonight
Aight right like
Like I got something in mind
I got a space for you
I gotta stop my options
I got a favourite type
I got
A favourite type
Yeah you gotta face it now
No I don't wanna wait in line
I'll be there when you fantasize
I'll be there when you fantasize
I could tell you what the plan is, aight
But that's five years
And I don't really look that far
I know your standards high but
Imma inhabit your life
Gold standard bitch
I'm not camera shy
Medusa and Midas
You hard as a brick, uh
Suck my mother fucking dick
And I'll say it again
Romantic
But I could do without the affection
How many people you love
Just like you as a friend
We can stay friends
Yeah we can stay friends
Thank you for coming
I think you should jet
You get one shot in this disto
It's like Russian roulette with a pistol
Like how many people I kissed oh
How long til I hit triple dig oh
And still no
You gotta wanna be dead
To start living In other realities
Just think about what you've missed Oh
I'm sick of reminiscing
I need someone to reminisce oh
I need someone
Yeah you're a catch
But you raffle off that pussy like a fucking gift basket
It don't mean a thing
If I told you
I like that
Would you think, think
I won the lottery
And take you shopping
And ooh, ooh papi
I got that tsunami
And you got me happy
Like I got the last thing
If you said I'm high but
I don't need you asking
Demo version
If I said it then I meant it
If I said it bitch I meant it
If I (If I)
Said it (Said it)
Then I (Then I)
Meant it (Meant it)
If I (If I)
Said it (Said it)
Bitch I (Bitch I)
Meant it (Meant it)
Well hello again
Neurosurgeon
I'm in your head
And you're the person trying to get me good
Nobody gets me
It's good like that
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
She asked me
(Well tell me it's better now)
Whats the mission tonight
Aight, right
I got some things in mind
(It's getting there, I'm pulling the threads)
I got a space for you
I gotta stop my options
I got a favourite type
I got a favourite type
(You're stressing me out)
You gotta face it now
No I don't wait in line
(I can't get off the couch)
I know how to take my time
I'll be there when you fantasize
I know your standards high
But imma inhabit your life
Gold standard, bitch
No I'm not camera shy
Medusa and Midas
You hard as a brick yeah
Uh, suck my mother fucking dick yeah
Real tongueing like a trick yeah
Old dog motherfucker
I'm the bitch yeah
Picture perfect reference of you
Signature like getting tattoo
He said forget about it
Let's cut it loose
I wipe my memory like every afternoon
I wipe my memory like every afternoon
Picture perfect reference to you
I put my name down on two stone tablets
I'm stuck in your brain
Like a few white capsules
And you so fragile
And when you say it
You wanna break it right after
If you take it to the bank
That's a fools gold cash-in
You so bad
And you so magic
(You so bad, ah)
Never took off
For the record
I just took on an apprentice
And nothing hits like self awareness
Just how much that you're in your head
It's incredible
How careless your self care is
In all fairness
I'm in the fight as well
The mind can swell
And I get it
But come on (come on)
Come on (come on)
Yeah
You don't need closure
You need to look at it closer
She asked me
Whats the mission tonight
Aight right like
Like I got something in mind
I got a space for you
I gotta stop my options
I got a favourite type
I got
A favourite type
Yeah you gotta face it now
No I don't wanna wait in line
I'll be there when you fantasize
I'll be there when you fantasize
I could tell you what the plan is, aight
But that's five years
And I don't really look that far
I know your standards high but
Imma inhabit your life
Gold standard bitch
I'm not camera shy
Medusa and Midas
You hard as a brick, uh
Suck my mother fucking dick
And I'll say it again
Romantic
But I could do without the affection
How many people you love
Just like you as a friend
We can stay friends
Yeah we can stay friends
Thank you for coming
I think you should jet
You get one shot in this disto
It's like Russian roulette with a pistol
Like how many people I kissed oh
How long til I hit triple dig oh
And still no
You gotta wanna be dead
To start living In other realities
Just think about what you've missed Oh
I'm sick of reminiscing
I need someone to reminisce oh
I need someone
Yeah you're a catch
But you raffle off that pussy like a fucking gift basket
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Belhumeur
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