In My Bag (feat. Eliza)

Too in my bag right now
Could never really stand you sit down
I'm duffle up got enough
I'm in too deep to turn around
Got to see how this turns out
Oh how this turns out
Too in my bag right now
Could never really stand you sit down
I'm duffle up got enough
I'm in too deep to turn around
Got to see how this turns out
How this turns out

Way too deep in it when I'm solo
Heart on my sleeve not my torso
Never let a door close
Ain't another who got more sauce
Ain't another one who got more force
Nikko going
Trying to keep me in the low low
Cooking in kitchen eating
Then it's back to the in the cold with the bro bro
Like to keep it when we speaking morse code
And I know they feel it feel it now
Know they look away every time I come around
But there will be a day when they finally come round
Because I can't be denied can't be told to calm down
I'm about to touch down
And I ain't talking hut hut please
Too much when I touch these
A fucked up, monster
You know I'm a non stop beast
Sound right and I ain't gotta touch keys

Too in my bag right now
Never really stand you sit down
In too deep to turn round
Got to see how this turns out
Never say you wait up on me
Because I know you'll be waiting till 4 in the morning
And at the end I know that you'll see
You shouldn't try keep up with me
That's a warning

Too in my bag right now
Could never really stand you sit down
I'm duffle up got enough
I'm in too deep to turn around
Got to see how this turns out
Oh how this turns out
Too in my bag right now
Could never really stand you sit down
I'm duffle up got enough
I'm in too deep to turn around
Got to see how this turns out
How this turns out

Unknown numbers thinking they're boyfriends
Never been the type to be fucking with the toy men
Dressing too nice to receive disappointment
I look him in the eyes whole time I'm avoiding
Whole time I'm enjoying
My mind's too quiet to be hearing all your voices
Life is too right to be steering all your choices
Wanna see me better book an appointment
You wanna see me better tell me where the joint is
I know who lies I can hear it in your voices

Unemployed guys love talking pointless shit
I know that you got no bitch
No rich my click much bigger and better than his
No shit my fit got grip my kicks so lit
My bags so big no can't leak my drip

Too in my bag right now
Never really stand you sit down
In too deep to turn round
Got to see how this turns out
Never say you wait up on me
Cuz I know you'll be waiting till 4 in the morning
And at the end I know that you'll see
You shouldn't try keep up with me
That's a warning

Too in my bag right now
Could never really stand you sit down
I'm duffle up got enough
I'm in too deep to turn around
Got to see how this turns out
Oh how this turns out
Too in my bag right now
Could never really stand you sit down
I'm duffle up got enough
I'm in too deep to turn around
Got to see how this turns out
How this turns out



Credits
Writer(s): Eliza Banks
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