UPTOWN

Ooh, there'll be no more room
'Cause she'll be coming back home
To the one she really loves
Oh-ooh

But it's cool
'Cause there'll be lots of room
I'll take your love back home
And we'll all be custom new, oh-oh, hey

I just been popping my shit, yeah, we up now
Mac NL from the Uptown
She want a brand new bust down
So I told her, quick, bet a bust down

She using me as a crutch now
Thinking 'bout me, I'm her crush now
She like the way I be telling stories
Paint the pictures with a brush now

Told her I don't do the love now
She a Christian but she cuss now
Boy I toss it up, stuck now
I don't really got no trust now

Booty call, she want' run 'round
Heart cold, my shit numb now
Told her focused on my funds now
Ice blindin' like the sun now

I would trade her for a Plain Jane
But she coming back the same day
She wanna do it like "Great Danes"
It's a new me on the same things

Seen the music making great plays
Tryna catch it, like a late train
I was never one to face change
Now I'm steady going great places

Sixteen, chasing main stages
Coming from under, it's great basements
Think you the man when you sneak dissing
In the studio we trade places

Shoot my shot, got some great gauges
I heard your bae say "lil' Mac amazing"
Take my spot? Boy you can't take it
I cannot, do the fake placements

Ooh, there'll be no more room
'Cause she'll be coming back home
To the one she really loves
Oh-ooh, (aye)

But it's cool
'Cause there'll be lots of room
I'll take your love back home
And we'll all be custom new, oh-oh, hey

She kick me out, I'm kicking it
I got enough to go 'round I be splitting it
Wait for the pop, I'm fizzing it
If it's a problem you know I be fixin' it

She got that bottom but I won't be kissing it
Falling no autumn for her, she be slick with it
She runnin' routes in my head
Be in love with her? I'd rather be dead

I can't love her, rather be in a hearse
But I can't decide if it's eyes or the purse
We broke it off and I got put in a curse
I thought it was rock bottom, but got worse

I was special to her, I was the first
We done it twice, but I never go third
And now I be scare-crowing all these birds
They flockin' to me like they move in a herd

I just been popping my shit, yeah, we up now
Mac NL from the Uptown
She want a brand new bust down
So I told her, quick, bet a bust down

She using me as a crutch now
Thinking 'bout me, I'm her crush now
She like the way I be telling stories
Paint the pictures with a brush now

Told her I don't do the love now
She a Christian but she cuss now
Boy I toss it up, stuck now
I don't really got no trust now

Booty call, she want' run 'round
Heart cold, my shit numb now
Told her focused on my funds now
Ice blindin' like the sun now

Ooh, (we could've made this shit work)
There'll be no more room (you fucked up)
'Cause she'll be coming back home (you know that?)
To the one she really loves
Oh-ooh

But it's cool
'Cause there'll be lots of room
I'll take your love back home
And we'll all be custom new, oh-oh, hey



Credits
Writer(s): Mcalear Block
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