Benjamin Buford
My mind is feeling clouded
My feet no longer grounded
Thoughts bout, you got me fooled, hate that you ain't bout it
Your actions got me doubtin'
I notice your attitude misconstrued
Tired of fixing you
Tell me what I gotta prove
What I gotta prove
What I gotta prove
Tired of fixing you just tell me what I gotta prove
What I gotta prove
What I gotta prove
Tired of fixing you just tell me what I gotta prove
Life full of commas, not periods
Getttin' judged cuz I'm affiliated
The way that bitch eat dick is delirious
But the way I approach that pussy be insidious
Imma keep you cummin just keep the drama
The way I eat that pussy have you actin like Martha Stewart
Bitch real bougie
Shoulda seen how she maneuver got me diggin' that coochie
Movie
We be shootin'
Control temperature like a newsman
Pussy taste rose I want me some Rubi
Oh yea I'm shootin'
Hit my dm let's do it
I'm hit that bitch on sushi
RAW
No matter what it is I'm gon give it my all
Like fuck October, I don't understand the fall
We ain't on no faking Nah bitch we ball
My mind is feeling clouded
My feet no longer grounded
Thoughts bout, you got me fooled, hate that you ain't bout it
Your actions got me doubtin'
I notice your attitude misconstrued
Tired of fixing you
Tell me what I gotta prove
What I gotta prove
What I gotta prove
Tired of fixing you just tell me what I gotta prove
What I gotta prove
What I gotta prove
Tired of fixing you just tell me what I gotta prove
My feet no longer grounded
Thoughts bout, you got me fooled, hate that you ain't bout it
Your actions got me doubtin'
I notice your attitude misconstrued
Tired of fixing you
Tell me what I gotta prove
What I gotta prove
What I gotta prove
Tired of fixing you just tell me what I gotta prove
What I gotta prove
What I gotta prove
Tired of fixing you just tell me what I gotta prove
Life full of commas, not periods
Getttin' judged cuz I'm affiliated
The way that bitch eat dick is delirious
But the way I approach that pussy be insidious
Imma keep you cummin just keep the drama
The way I eat that pussy have you actin like Martha Stewart
Bitch real bougie
Shoulda seen how she maneuver got me diggin' that coochie
Movie
We be shootin'
Control temperature like a newsman
Pussy taste rose I want me some Rubi
Oh yea I'm shootin'
Hit my dm let's do it
I'm hit that bitch on sushi
RAW
No matter what it is I'm gon give it my all
Like fuck October, I don't understand the fall
We ain't on no faking Nah bitch we ball
My mind is feeling clouded
My feet no longer grounded
Thoughts bout, you got me fooled, hate that you ain't bout it
Your actions got me doubtin'
I notice your attitude misconstrued
Tired of fixing you
Tell me what I gotta prove
What I gotta prove
What I gotta prove
Tired of fixing you just tell me what I gotta prove
What I gotta prove
What I gotta prove
Tired of fixing you just tell me what I gotta prove
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Polli
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