Distance

Day text from a fling that I met last night saying great sex
Gotta wake up, can't play dead
Fuck pay stubs, I need pay checks
I would lay with ya all day but I can't take love and go pay rent
I don't clock in for no day shift, but still wake up and I chase it
West side for a few months, I'll be back soon as I move up
Told her that it's true love and she still say I don't do enough
Crying all on my phone line but there's nothing that I could do for us
While there's college girls in the bathroom
Doing coke whiter than the ku klux
I'm sorry...
I don't need no Rolex, no gold chains, that's kiddie play
Ya shit fake anyways...
Where you get it, from a giveaway?
Shorty neck made me levitate then she swallow all of my minute made
Give me dome then I penetrate
And then send her home like getaway

Life of a sinner
This ain't nothing new
This is how I'm living
Brodie in the kitchen he ain't cooking dinner
Chasing after chicken...
Momma say I'm tripping, opps say I'm finished
Bitches say I'm pimpin, pops say I'm different
I just need distance...
I just need distance...



Credits
Writer(s): Antonio Echandy
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