Hurt
Know you got no time for a nigga so I won't ask for much
I'm just tryna have some class and such
Ain't tryna bag you up with lies being real is better than having luck
Pretty smile with an ass to touch
Know you got no time for a nigga so I won't ask for much
I'm just tryna have some class and such
Ain't tryna bag you up with lies being real is better than having luck
Pretty smile with an ass to touch
When I'm home with you and you letting me slide inches in
I can only stare in your eyes and this times infinite
Know you really for me its never about the dividends
The simplest decisions you making keep me from witnessing
Being hurt
Every evening thirst overflowing
We kissing then
I can get to show you the little things you been missing and
You can spit my verses to me to show you been listening
Or we can sit in silence it really don't make a difference
Fingertips be coursing through skin in reading your body too
Always held me down, your words and your ways got me through
Never speak on shit that we could've, would've, and probably do
Saw the changes over time thinking like this could not be you
Obviously I'm not in tune
Feel like making a statement
Feel nothing when laying
But still wanting to taste it
Still dumping off trauma
Conceal nothing for taking
Real love hasn't faded
Still loving to take it
Know you got no time for a nigga so I won't ask for much
I'm just tryna have some class and such
Ain't tryna bag you up with lies being real is better than having luck
Pretty smile with an ass to touch
Know you got no time for a nigga so I won't ask for much
I'm just tryna have some class and such
Ain't tryna bag you up with lies being real is better than having luck
Pretty smile with an ass to touch
Nasty lines be filthy
I know how guilt be
Know my limits but still it's some times these feeling gon' kill me
I be genuine really even if it's in gritty
Displays my ways ain't the same love my flaws and everything with me
I ain't perfect
What you can see is only the surface
You believe and I bleed out its never easy to work with
If I ain't hit it first it's
Only considered worthless
Nah I'm playing but really these niggas don't know the worth if
I'm in it
That pride is then
Switching over
Won't hurt it
Eyes giving
Invites and this
Grip is clenching
The word is...
I'm just tryna have some class and such
Ain't tryna bag you up with lies being real is better than having luck
Pretty smile with an ass to touch
Know you got no time for a nigga so I won't ask for much
I'm just tryna have some class and such
Ain't tryna bag you up with lies being real is better than having luck
Pretty smile with an ass to touch
When I'm home with you and you letting me slide inches in
I can only stare in your eyes and this times infinite
Know you really for me its never about the dividends
The simplest decisions you making keep me from witnessing
Being hurt
Every evening thirst overflowing
We kissing then
I can get to show you the little things you been missing and
You can spit my verses to me to show you been listening
Or we can sit in silence it really don't make a difference
Fingertips be coursing through skin in reading your body too
Always held me down, your words and your ways got me through
Never speak on shit that we could've, would've, and probably do
Saw the changes over time thinking like this could not be you
Obviously I'm not in tune
Feel like making a statement
Feel nothing when laying
But still wanting to taste it
Still dumping off trauma
Conceal nothing for taking
Real love hasn't faded
Still loving to take it
Know you got no time for a nigga so I won't ask for much
I'm just tryna have some class and such
Ain't tryna bag you up with lies being real is better than having luck
Pretty smile with an ass to touch
Know you got no time for a nigga so I won't ask for much
I'm just tryna have some class and such
Ain't tryna bag you up with lies being real is better than having luck
Pretty smile with an ass to touch
Nasty lines be filthy
I know how guilt be
Know my limits but still it's some times these feeling gon' kill me
I be genuine really even if it's in gritty
Displays my ways ain't the same love my flaws and everything with me
I ain't perfect
What you can see is only the surface
You believe and I bleed out its never easy to work with
If I ain't hit it first it's
Only considered worthless
Nah I'm playing but really these niggas don't know the worth if
I'm in it
That pride is then
Switching over
Won't hurt it
Eyes giving
Invites and this
Grip is clenching
The word is...
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Writer(s): Jalil Drake
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